[Verse 1]

You demanded I pluck out my thorn for your ease

To sand down my edges and smile when I bleed

You stitched velvet lies where the marrow ran dry

Wove silence in threads through the back of my spine

The roses are painted, to hide that they've died

[Verse 2]

You asked for a harvest of polished regrets

For gardens that bloom from the graves we forget

You crowned me in ashes, callеd it a prize

Demanded I dancе while you shattered my mind

[Pre-Chorus]

But your hands are all splinters, your words taste like rust

And the kingdom you're building is crumbling to dust

[Chorus]

You lacquer your sorrow in chemical gold

Dress it in ribbons and sell it as "hope,"

You brandish your ruin like a rose made of glass

All shine from a distance, all blood when it cracks

You begged me to hollow, to sweeten your plague

But I’d rather starve than to dine at your grave

[Verse 3]

You smother your failures with porcelain dreams

Drown in delusion just to muffle the screams

You pray to reflections that buckle and warp

You stifle your hunger, and call it rapport

[Verse 4]

You swallowed your sorrows to sweeten the crowd

Tied up your heartstrings and wore them like crowns

You built yourself altars to feel less alone

And worshiped those who only break on their own

[Bridge]

You practiced your smile

You rehearsed your preach

Yet you still have to beg me to swallow your bleach

Your smile is perfect but dead underneath

[Chorus]

You lacquer your sorrow in chemical gold

Dress it in ribbons and sell it as "hope,"

You brandish your ruin like a rose made of glass

All shine from a distance, all blood when it cracks

You begged me to hollow, to sweeten your plague

But I’d rather starve than to dine at your grave

[Verse 5]

I won’t carve my name in your mausoleum halls

Won’t ghost-stitch my soul to your crumbling walls

Won’t clip off my wings just to fatten your pride

Won’t carve at my heart till it fits in your lies

[Pre-Chorus]

Sewing up cries with grief-bitten hands

Damning your children just as you planned

[Chorus]

You lacquer your sorrow in chemical gold

Dress it in ribbons and sell it as "hope,"

You brandish your ruin like a rose made of glass

All shine from a distance, all blood when it cracks

You begged me to hollow, to sweeten your plague

But I’d rather starve than to dine at your grave

[Outro]

I’d rather starve than to dine at your grave

I'd rather be nothing than one of your saints

Porcelain ornaments you can't even name

Just another wilted rose by any other name

This game that you've made, has you starved in your grave