Some at the Line

Progressive alternative rock fused with post-hardcore, electronicore, and swancore: clipped stop-start technical guitar syncopations, agile bass, crushing low-end, aggressive shifting-accent drums, and dramatic electronic-guitar transitions; expressive soaring high-register male tenor with layered harmonies, falsetto lifts, and brief screamed accents; driving syncopated 4/4, tight tense verses, wide melodic chorus, escalating half-time breakdown, bare bridge, concise coda; polished dynamic mix, tightly edited two-minute pacing

[Verse 1] You set the table like a dare One more slice, one more affair I call it comfort, call it fate Then watch the bill arrive too late [Pre-Chorus] Every little yes feels sweet Till the wanting takes the seat [Chorus] Feed the fire, kiss the flame Swipe it all and spell my name I want the feast, the rush, the shine But every pleasure draws a line [Verse 2] Your laugh, the late-night delivery A jacket bought to set me free I chase the buzz around the bend And meet myself there at the end [Breakdown] Take what I want—what does it cost? Hold you too tight, and I get lost! [Bridge] Let the plate cool, let the phone rest Stay here with you, and breathe my best [Final Chorus] Feed the fire, kiss the flame Choose what stays and what I claim I want the feast, the rush, the shine And I can leave some at the line [Outro] Some at the line

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