The Exile of Allison (track 7 in my post-apocalyptic story)

[Verse 1] Concrete canyons whisper cold tonight They cut the cord, said my truth ain't right Packed a canteen and a rusted knife One last handshake with the only light I knew in this dead, electric life [Chorus] Hey, when the sirens moan and the lies feel warm When the static hums that there ain't no storm You dig your own well in the poisoned ground 'Cause chains ain't broke when you're followin' down [Verse 2] They'll paint the walls with the same old fear Call it safety while the rot gets near Your spine's your compass, boy, you hear? Don't let their hollow hymns fill your ear Walk your own road through the disappear [Bridge] Twelve moons bled on the broken road Found a lab coat where the old world slowed Scrapped a circuit, cracked a code Stan's grease-stained hands helped the engines grow We built a spark where the cold winds blow [Chorus] Yeah, when the sirens moan and the lies feel warm When the static hums that there ain't no storm You dig your own well in the poisoned ground 'Cause chains ain't broke when you're followin' down [Outro - Guitar solo fades into spoken word] They told me I'd freeze out here. Funny thing about winter - makes you learn your own heat. Stan's welding torch in the garage tonight... sounds like freedom.