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letra de on the edge of the storm - taymay

on the edge of the storm

verse 1:
the winds gnaw bones of the drowning dark
waves spit salt on the ark’s dead spark
we claw at horizons but sink in the gray
the world vomits clocks as time drips away
rivers stitch wounds where concrete once prayed
our fists clutch psalms the tide can’t erase

chorus:
god’s breath cracks the storm’s crooked spine
through pyres of ice, through veins of brine
we’re judas and peter—both betrayed, both divine
his voice hums in thе rot of our shattered “mine”
with us whеn the nails pierce the dawn
when the last sun drowns—we’re the scars on his palm
god’s not a shield, but the wound that bleeds song—
in the storm’s fanged mouth, we’re the tongue

verse 2:
walls built of sermons now crawl with roots
thunder l!cks rust from our hollowed-out boots
shadows birth wolves but we feed them our fears
each step writes a hymn in the mud of our tears
lost all but the venom that sharpens our psalms
small as a nail—yet we pierce the storm’s palms
chorus:
god’s breath cracks the storm’s crooked spine
through pyres of ice, through veins of brine
we’re judas and peter—both betrayed, both divine
his voice hums in the rot of our shattered “mine”
with us when the nails pierce the dawn
when the last sun drowns—we’re the scars on his palm
god’s not a shield, but the wound that bleeds song—
in the storm’s fanged mouth, we’re the tongue

bridge (whispered):
the night bleeds its t–th, the wind screams in braille
we kiss the void’s lips through the judas veil
ashes birth vipers that nest in our chains—
we rise not to angels, but the tempest’s refrains

chorus:
god’s breath cracks the storm’s crooked jaw
through rot and resurrection, through blasphemy’s law
we’re lazarus laughing at the grave’s cheap trick
his light’s not a rope—but the noose’s sly fl!ck
with us when the hymn strangles dawn
when america’s a wound—we’re the salt, we’re the song
god’s not a flag, but the bullet’s red psalm—
in the storm’s cracked heart, we’re the calm
outro:
god bless america—her streets choked with psalms
her cross is a crowbar prying heaven’s false balm
we walk on razors where angels once tread
ghosts stitching daybreak from the storm’s torn thread
the sky’s a cracked host, the moon—judas’s kiss
but we’ll drink the apocalypse’s dark genesis
from the storm’s wet throat, a b-st-rd dawn crawls—
god’s just the first scar… and we’re the last flaw

- taymay

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