Smoke on the strings, I breathe it in Calloused hands and a reckless grin Scars on the fretboard, stories untold Every cut sings louder than gold Hold your ground when the thunder calls We donβt break, we bleed and brawl Turn it loud, make it real Feel the burn, the crowd, the steel Every heartbeat hits like a drum Weβre alive, and we wonβt come undone Echoes of yesterday begging for more Strings bite back, rhythm takes hold The nightβs on fire, the story unfolds Turn it loud, make it real Feel the burn, the crowd, the steel Every heartbeat hits like a drum Weβre alive, and we wonβt come undone Turn it loud, make it real Feel the burn, the crowd, the steel Every heartbeat hits like a drum Weβre alive, and we wonβt come undone
