
Gentle Devil
Posted on August 22, 2026 at 3:57 PM
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You drape yourself in immaculate white linen
A delicate martyr weeping beneath the moonlight
Anointing your skin with the fragrance of innocence
While you quietly pour venom into every open wound
The world beholds a fragile guardian, a porcelain saint
Grieving for the hollow shell you slowly manufactured
They cannot perceive the invisible iron collar
Nor the slow, methodical strangulation of my sanity
You weaponize soft affection, anointing every chain with grace
Transforming devotion into a gilded torture chamber
[Chorus] You wear your purity like a loaded gun,
drowning my mind in your suffocating poison.
The saintly martyr with blood on the teeth,
building my coffin out of gentle concern.
You play the victim while you hold the leash!
[Verse 2] A single drop of salt from your eye rewrites reality
Casting me into the darkness as the hideous tormentor
You retreat into soft frailty, a master of deception
Executing my freedom while the audience weeps for you
A tyrant draped in silk, a parasite carved of marble
Smothering my voice beneath the weight of fake compassion
You twist my memories until I doubt my own perception
Building an inescapable vault out of gentle whispers
No warmth lives inside your calculated mercy
Only a predator feeding on my gradual decay
[Chorus] You wear your purity like a loaded gun,
drowning my mind in your suffocating poison.
The saintly martyr with blood on the teeth,
building my coffin out of gentle concern.
You play the victim while you hold the leash!
[Bridge] Rewrite the shadows
Dissolve the truth
Reborn as a saint
Rewrite the shadows
Rewrite the shadows
[Verse 3] Tearing away the pristine veil of your false purity
Revealing the crawling decay hiding beneath the altar
You laid waste to my identity and christened it sanctuary
building my coffin out of gentle concern.
You play the victim while you hold the leash!
Rewrite the shadows
[Chorus] You wear your purity like a loaded gun,
drowning my mind in your suffocating poison.
The saintly martyr with blood on the teeth,
building my coffin out of gentle concern.
You play the victim while you hold the leash!