[Verse 1] The city holds its breath in crooked light, Street lamps twitching like they know the night. You built this glass to teach us how to stay, A little weather trapped inside your frame. I trace the cracks reflected in the chrome, Like something restless scratching at the bone. Pressure gathers in the seams below— Can’t tell what all this pretending’s for. [Pre-Chorus] No need to rush the ending, let it breathe, This air hangs heavy like a mouthful of sleep. Seven seconds left before the wires glow— Watch the ceiling lose control. [Chorus] Crack the sky, let the black rain fall, Tear the paper moon above us all. I don’t need your answers, I don’t need your light, I’ll make my own shape through the shattered night. Crack the sky, Let the dead-air spill— Something inside all this order Was never meant to stand still. [Verse 2] The speakers bleed a saccharine dial-tone, Selling flatlines like it’s something we can own. But I’ve been listening where the old things ring— Wire and wood remembering. You try to press me into measured time, Neat little rhythms marching into line. But something feral kicks inside my chest And still wants the beautiful unrest. [Pre-Chorus] No need to rush the ending, let it breathe, This air hangs heavy like a mouthful of sleep. Seven seconds left before the wires glow— Watch the ceiling lose control. [Chorus] Crack the sky, let the black rain fall, Tear the paper moon above us all. I don’t need your answers, I don’t need your light, I’ll make my own shape through the shattered night. Crack the sky, Let the dead-air spill— Something inside all this order Was never meant to stand still. [Bridge] Through the fracture, something unfamiliar moves, Like daylight learning how to bruise. Someone nailed the horizon into place— Now every nail begins to shake. (Let it break, let it break) [Final Chorus] Crack the sky, let the black rain fall, Tear the paper moon above us all. I don’t need your answers, I don’t need your light, I’ll make my own shape through the shattered night. Crack the sky— Let the dead-air spill— If the world was built to hold us down, We can break it still. [Outro] Let the pieces fall, Let the paper heavens tilt. We were never made For the world you built. Crack the sky...
