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Anathema

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Anathema was released on December 30, 2025 by Phantom Legacy as a part of the album Autopsy of a Ghost

Song Details

AlbumAutopsy of a Ghost

Release DateDecember 30, 2025

LabelPhantom Legacy

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Phantom Set

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

NeffKid100

Songwriter

Zevran Barzahd

Songwriter

Setsuna Cross

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Phantom Legacy

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The monitor flatlines, a melodic beep, a tragic sign

The doctor's pronouncement was divine, he handed me the sheet

Said the sickness is terminal, congenital, and buried deep

In every single thought I think, in every promise that I keep

I'm a chapel built on fault lines, where the pious come to weep

They confess their darkest secrets to the secrets that I keep

In the sanctuary of my silence, where the wounds are never cheap

And the holy water's just the saline cutting canyons in my cheek

So they stitched me up with sutures made of old guitar-string wire

And they fed me all their blessings till I vomited the choir

Now the hymn stuck in my larynx is a cacophony of spite

A lullaby for lepers, sung on a radioactive night.

And the pills look like communion wafers on my tongue

A counterfeit salvation for the young and the undone

I tried to pray the poison out, but the poison was the prayer

A silent scream into a void, is anybody there?

神さえも見捨てた瞳

You labeled me a tragedy, a catastrophic soul,

So I mastered the chemistry to lose all self-control.

I weaponize the echoes in this catholic hospital heart,

And turn your pity into shrapnel, tear your dogma all apart.

Anathema

My prayers are pressure cracks, my faith is a fist,

A blasphemous resurrection that your heaven missed.

I built a fortress from the "failure" in my blood,

And found a savage blessing in this cursed and muddy flood.

The family portrait's smiling on a mantelpiece of dust

A monument to normalcy, to sentimental rust

I'm the blurry face in background, the developing defect

The subject of the whispered talks, the "what do you expect?"

I drew my demons on the wall, they said, "You're possessed"

Then offered me a remedy of shame and quietness

So I let the static in the air become my congregation

Two AM, a parking lot, my own desecration

Our pews are curbside, our psalm's the ambulance whine

Our offering's the blood in rusted razors, yours and mine

We're building a new testament from every "go to hell"

A paradise of panic where the traumatized can dwell.

And the smoke tastes like forgiveness on my lips

A sacrament from apathy on a final, fatal trip

I built an altar from the ashes of the person I denied

And worship at the emptiness I carry deep inside

神さえも見捨てた瞳

You labeled me a tragedy, a catastrophic soul,

So I mastered the chemistry to lose all self-control.

I weaponize the echoes in this catholic hospital heart,

And turn your pity into shrapnel, tear your dogma all apart.

Anathema

My prayers are pressure cracks, my faith is a fist,

A blasphemous resurrection that your heaven missed.

I built a fortress from the "failure" in my blood,

And found a savage blessing in this cursed and muddy flood.

Anathema

Written by: Neff Kid, Setsuna Cross, Zevran Barzahd

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