Glasshouse Collapse

Five hundred ninety-one, glass house on the edge of the sun,

Dueña del fuego, the battle is never done.

"Throw me in the flame",

I’m burning the mask,

"Wash it all away",

that’s the final task.

Victima veritatis. I am the Martyr,

the gold chains, the rain in the night,

Dueña del dolor, turning the ash into light.

"Bury me in gold",

I’m the ghost in the room,

"Throw me in the flame",

defying the doom.

Flamma purificans.

No cap, it’s the purgatory,

the Lil Peep, the Mac,

the Chester face, Reclamando mi historia,

leaving the human trace.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le cri du vivant,

I’m 4K martyr, sovereign,

the fire is the signifier,

the hand. Veritas ex cinere.

It ate, the "villainy"—no crumbs of the pretense,

Soy la soberana, and I’m finding the defense.

Je suis la souveraine qui a survécu à la cuisine du néant,

And that’s the real vibe,

the rain is finally descending.

Redemptio ignis.

I am the Martyr,

the gold chains, the rain in the night,

Dueña del dolor, turning the ash into light.

"Bury me in gold",

I’m the ghost in the room,

"Throw me in the flame",

defying the doom.

Flamma purificans.

100% Tiguidou. The flame is gone,

I’m still here. La llama se apagó,

sigo aquí. La

flamme est éteinte, je suis toujours là.

Flamma exstincta, adhuc sum hic.

Tiguidou.