I built a throne from crying obsidian
Laid my dreams in soul soil graves
Watched the lanterns flicker, then disappear
No one left to save
Oh, I drained the skies of color
Painted every hope with coal
Buried every friendly fire
Just to feel in control
It’s been interesting to see
How dark I can get things
Ripped the stars down, piece by piece
Till even Endermen won’t blink
Yeah, I made the silence sing
And dressed the void in gold
This ain’t survival — it’s surrender
To the shadows that I hold
The beacon’s dead, I shot it down
Built my castle underground
With blood-red glass and crying stone
Crowned myself, then broke the throne
If they knew what I became
Would they blame the mobs or flame?
Or the way I whispered “peace”
While I watched it burn again
It’s been interesting to see
How dark I can get things
No chorus left to comfort me
Just phantoms with their wings
Tore the sky out from above
Let the thunder start to sting
This ain’t madness — it’s design
A symphony in suffering
You think it’s grief, but it’s creation
This blackened world, my own salvation
A masterpiece in shades of sin
Look what I’ve built — don’t ask where I’ve been
It’s been interesting to see
How dark I can get things
No torch, no light, no me
Just echoes in the string
So I’ll dig one block beneath
Where no forgiveness clings
Call it tragic, call it art
I call it what the darkness brings
I was the spark…
Now I’m the ash…
And still, I craft.