THE CELL THERE BEFORE THE CASKET CLOSED-
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WRITTEN DATE: 2/19/2026

The Cell There Before The Casket Closed
A Funeral Voltage Hymn
[Verse 1]
They numbered my bones in fluorescent ink,
Stamped my shadow on a steel cold floor.
Sirens stitched through the midnight brink,
While the guards locked thunder behind the door.

I was Exhibit A in a glass-front cage,
A headline wired to overload.
But sparks still crawled through the rusted rage
Of the cell there before the casket closed.
[Pre-Chorus]
They said, “Mutation.”
They said, “Condemned.”
Like I was a glitch that heaven misspelled.
But fire remembers what flesh pretends,
And voltage hums in a prison shell.
[Chorus]
I was alive in the wires, alive in the smoke,
Alive where the holy and hazardous rose.
Ash in my lungs but the current still spoke

In the cell there before the casket closed.
Let the bells all riot, let the black flags flare,
Let the priest choke back what nobody knows.
I burned like a star in the electric chair
In the cell there before the casket closed.
[Verse 2]
They feared the way my veins would glow,
Green lightning under a paper-thin grin.
Said I was a riot they couldn’t control,

A wildfire smuggled beneath my skin.
My heartbeat hacked their sacred code,
Bent every bar that tried to hold.
Even death leaned in and froze
In the cell there before the casket closed.
[Pre-Chorus]
They wrote my fate in a coffin script,
Carved it neat in a marble lie.
But ghosts don’t kneel when the switch is flipped,
And sparks don’t ask the sky for why.
[Chorus]
I was alive in the wires, alive in the smoke,
Alive where the holy and hazardous rose.
Ash in my lungs but the current still spoke

In the cell there before the casket closed.
Let the mourners whisper, let the graveyard stare,
Let the roses blacken in funeral rows.
I split the dark with a voltage prayer
In the cell there before the casket closed.
[Bridge]
Hear it crack through the chapel glass,
Static crawling along the pews.
Every verdict they let pass

Lit the fuse they thought they’d lose.
If I am monster, I am flame,
If I am prisoner, I am storm.
They locked the body, not the name,
And fire is its truest form.
[Final Chorus]
Still alive in the wires, alive in the smoke,
Alive where the final trumpet blows.
Even underground, the current woke
From the cell there before the casket closed.

Throw dirt on the lid, let the anthem swell,
Let the thunder under the granite grow.
You buried a spark in a prison shell
From the cell there before the casket closed.
[Outro]
When the grave hums low and the headstones glow,
And the night runs bright with a green-eyed flare,
You’ll hear my pulse in the undertow…
Still counting down from that electric prayer. ⚡🕯️

Absolutely. Since this is a parody request inspired by Which Witch, I’ll channel that pounding, ritualistic, choir-summoning storm energy, but make it entirely your own inferno.
Here we go.