The Angel In The Marble
Post-sacrifice, I am stemming the blood flow
Hammer in hand, desperate to grow
In order to evolve, I made a chopping block a home and I
Gouged away at myself until I hit a bone
I'm chiseling until there's nothing left
Nobody could hurt me the way that I've hurt myself
Well, I'm breaking myself down to dust again
Trying my best to make a masterpiece in the end
'Cause there's an angel in the marble that I'm trying to set free
Chopping and hacking to get to the best parts of me
Destroy to create, who would have known?
There's a sacrifice for growth
Fill me with wax, and then colour me gold
Look at my scars, they're beautiful
They held me together when I wanted to let go
I'm a kintsugi sculpture and I need it to be known
I'm chiseling until there's nothing left
Nobody could hurt me the way that I've hurt myself, yeah
Well, I'm breaking myself down to dust again
Trying my best to make a masterpiece in the end
'Cause there's an angel in the marble that I'm trying to set free
Choppin' and hacking to get to the best parts of me
Destroy to create, who would have known?
There's a sacrifice for growth
There's a sacrifice for growth
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
Trust in your hand and trust in the process
I am a work of art in the progress
I learned from my flaws and I cut myself open
Glued myself better, golden; unbroken
Now all I have left is a handful of hope and
A thousand laments that I can't leave unspoken
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I'll merge the man that I was hoping
I could be with the man that I know that I am
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
Trust in your hand and trust in the process
I am a work of art in the progress
I learned from my flaws and I cut myself open
Glued myself better, golden; unbroken
Now all I have left is a handful of hope and
A thousand laments that I can't leave unspoken
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I'll merge the man that I was hoping
I could be with the man that I know that I am
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
Hammer in hand, desperate to grow
In order to evolve, I made a chopping block a home and I
Gouged away at myself until I hit a bone
I'm chiseling until there's nothing left
Nobody could hurt me the way that I've hurt myself
Well, I'm breaking myself down to dust again
Trying my best to make a masterpiece in the end
'Cause there's an angel in the marble that I'm trying to set free
Chopping and hacking to get to the best parts of me
Destroy to create, who would have known?
There's a sacrifice for growth
Fill me with wax, and then colour me gold
Look at my scars, they're beautiful
They held me together when I wanted to let go
I'm a kintsugi sculpture and I need it to be known
I'm chiseling until there's nothing left
Nobody could hurt me the way that I've hurt myself, yeah
Well, I'm breaking myself down to dust again
Trying my best to make a masterpiece in the end
'Cause there's an angel in the marble that I'm trying to set free
Choppin' and hacking to get to the best parts of me
Destroy to create, who would have known?
There's a sacrifice for growth
There's a sacrifice for growth
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
Trust in your hand and trust in the process
I am a work of art in the progress
I learned from my flaws and I cut myself open
Glued myself better, golden; unbroken
Now all I have left is a handful of hope and
A thousand laments that I can't leave unspoken
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I'll merge the man that I was hoping
I could be with the man that I know that I am
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
Trust in your hand and trust in the process
I am a work of art in the progress
I learned from my flaws and I cut myself open
Glued myself better, golden; unbroken
Now all I have left is a handful of hope and
A thousand laments that I can't leave unspoken
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I'll merge the man that I was hoping
I could be with the man that I know that I am
The noble art of self-destruction guiding my hand
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
I am a puzzle, I am a painting
I am a work of art in the making
Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Steven Green, Lucas Joseph Woodland, Scott Carey, Benjamin William Elliott
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