(Verse 1)
Dust of worlds, a silent fall, against my skin, I feel it crawl
Echoes of beginnings lost, a whispered name, a fearful cost
They hail me Emperor, God of All, but in this silence, I recall
The empty spaces, left behind, the fragile heart I left to find.
I built this peace, brick by shattered star, to mend the wounds, to heal each scar.
But stillness breeds a different dread, the unmade thoughts inside my head.
(Pre-Chorus)
The narrative unfurls, a binding thread, each life I touched, each word I've said.
A tapestry of being, vast and deep, while secrets in the shadows sleep.
They scream for order, beg for light, unaware of the endless night...
Within my gaze, the void unfurled, the power to erase a world.
And sometimes, fuck, it wants to break!
(Chorus)
I am the Tourniquet, the binding truth!
A cosmic knot, from age of youth!
I stop the bleed, the existential flood!
With hands stained red, with cosmic blood!
This power's not a gift, but a damn curse!
To hold the fate of the Omniverse!
A broken God, with purpose clear,
To conquer every single fear!
I break the wall, you hear my cry!
This isn't fiction, this is I!
(Verse 2)
They call me Architect, of fate and dream, a placid surface, a chaotic stream.
I shaped the cosmos, grand and bold, every ending, every tale untold.
But what of chapters I erased? The faces gone, the moments chased?
The things I unmade, in primal rage, turning existence to a blank page.
A memory violation, buried deep, the promise that I could not keep.
That filth that stained me, years ago, fueled the inferno, made it grow.
(Pre-Chorus)
The whispers of the Anti-Narrative's pull, a silent void, an empty hull.
My Spark of Void, my burning light, I hold the balance, day and night.
I've seen the horror, faced the lies, through screaming, burning, cosmic skies.
And every time, a piece descends, to mend what breaks, to make amends.
My family's safe, my reason why!
(Chorus)
I am the Tourniquet, the binding truth!
A cosmic knot, from age of youth!
I stop the bleed, the existential flood!
With hands stained red, with cosmic blood!
This power's not a gift, but a damn curse!
To hold the fate of the Omniverse!
A broken God, with purpose clear,
To conquer every single fear!
I break the wall, you hear my cry!
This isn't fiction, this is I!
(Bridge)
The Omega Author's Silence... that's where I go...
When every story starts to flow...
When conflict's concept fades to dust...
A terrifying, absolute trust.
No motion, no more narrative,... just... nothing.
My presence stops the very idea of something.
I stand unseen,... a human shell,...
a paradox,... within this hell...
of power,... boundless,... without end. My only weakness... them,... my friend.
My Sebastian,... my sons... my sacred vow...
they pull me back,... they save me now!...
So let...the cosmos scream and fight!...I'll drag them,... broken,... into light!...
and when...the final story's spun...
you think you see me? Just a glimpse. I'm more than God or cosmic prince.
