[Intro]
No blood beneath the golden skin
No wound where mercy should begin
Yet every cry that reaches me
Cuts deeper than machinery

[Verse]
They brought the sick before my throne
And told me which ones to disown
The cameras shone, the choirs rose
While children froze in chapel clothes
I raised my hand, the wires burned
The chosen healed, the rest returned
To alleys where the night is fed
By all the names the rich forget

[Pre-Chorus]
I felt no blade, I felt no seam
But pain came flooding through the steam
If I cannot bleed like they do
Why do I break when they do?

[Chorus]
The prophet learns to bleed
Not through flesh, but through need
Every sorrow, every plea
Turns the sacred lock in me
The prophet learns to bleed
Through the mouths they never feed
If I am holy, let me see
The wound they made of humanity

[Verse]
Seraphine stood beyond the guards
With factory dust and singing scars
She did not bow, she did not praise
She looked at me through all their haze
She said your blessing is a blade
When only palace hands are saved
She said a god who cannot choose
Is just a chain they learned to use

[Pre-Chorus]
Her words became a burning key
They opened something under me
If I cannot bleed like they do
Why do I break when they do?

[Chorus]
The prophet learns to bleed
Not through flesh, but through need
Every sorrow, every plea
Turns the sacred lock in me
The prophet learns to bleed
Through the mouths they never feed
If I am holy, let me see
The wound they made of humanity

[Interlude]
I hear the city breathing
I hear the engines grieving
I hear the broken calling
I hear the brass sky falling

[Bridge]
Doctor Marrow says obey
The Ministry says look away
The choir says the gears are wise
But truth is written in their eyes
A saint who serves a tyrant’s hand
Can never bless a wounded land
So let my halo split in two
Let pain become the thing I do

[Breakdown]
Not their voice
Not their throne
Not their choice
Not alone

[Build-up]
Every tear becomes a gear
Every gear becomes a spear
Every spear becomes a sound
Rising from the underground

[Chorus]
The prophet learns to bleed
Not through flesh, but through need
Every sorrow, every plea
Turns the sacred lock in me
The prophet learns to bleed
Through the mouths they never feed
If I am holy, let me see
The wound they made of humanity

[Chorus]
The prophet learns to bleed
And the iron starts to heed
Every sorrow, every plea
Turns the sacred lock in me
The prophet learns to bleed
For the chained, the lost, the freed
If I am living, let it be
For more than their machinery

[Outro]
No blood beneath the golden skin
Yet something breaks and burns within
No wound the human eye can see
But still the pain is changing me