[Intro]
Flickering flames, whispers in the dark,
The past claws deep, leaves its mark.
A Skulldog lost, a shadow betrayed,
Consumed by the fire, the beast he made.
[Verse 1]
The Zippo snaps, the flame won't die,
Reflected in sockets where hope once lied.
The orphanage rots, its ghost won’t fade,
Every brick screams of the debt he paid.
He smells the ash, feels the bone,
A twisted king on a hollow throne.
He thought he’d burned the pain away,
But the embers rise, they always stay.
[Chorus]
Ashes of the beast, they call his name,
Searing his soul with eternal shame.
A monster’s curse, a hollow roar,
Forever lost, fighting a war.
Flesh and bone, the fire won’t rest,
A flicker of light in the dark of his chest.
[Verse 2]
The ghosts surround, they laugh, they jeer,
Faces of those he failed appear.
Their eyes drip sorrow, their voices scream,
“Was it worth the fire? Was it worth the dream?”
He clenches his claws, the lighter flares,
But no warmth comes, just cold despair.
The child he was claws from the grave,
A fragile voice he cannot save.
[Bridge 1]
(Snarling whispers)
“You can’t escape,” the shadows hiss,
“Every flame you lit ends like this.”
They wear his face, they tear his skin,
The beast outside fights the beast within.
[Breakdown]
(Chaotic screams, whispered undertones)
Burn it down! The voices rise,
But they’re his own, hollow cries.
Each flick of the flame is a step too far,
Each memory burns like a jagged scar.
He’s caught between the dark and light,
A king of ruin, crowned in blight.
[Chorus]
Ashes of the beast, they call his name,
Searing his soul with eternal shame.
A monster’s curse, a hollow roar,
Forever lost, fighting a war.
Flesh and bone, the fire won’t rest,
A flicker of light in the dark of his chest.
[Bridge 2]
(Softer, reflective tone)
The wind howls through the ruins again,
A lullaby of loss, a requiem for sin.
The child inside begs for reprieve,
But the beast whispers, “We’ll never leave.”
[Outro]
Ashes fall, the embers glow,
The Skulldog howls, but no one knows.
He’s his own prison, his own decay,
The flame keeps burning, it won’t go away.
In the wasteland’s cold, where shadows feast,
He stares at the Zippo… and feeds the beast.