[intro – low blues guitar bend, slow tom hits, bass growling underneath] Mm… Yeah… Move. [verse 1 – smoky, low, tense] I found a mountain in my bloodstream, Found a locked door in my chest. Every road I tried to run down Turned around and failed the test. I cursed the stone, I blamed the weather, Spit my teeth into the dust. But the devil at the dead end Looked a lot like giving up. [pre-chorus – guitars swell, vocal rising] I can break, I can bend, I can crawl through the flame. If it’s blocking my path, Then it’s calling my name. [chorus – explosive, gritty power] What stands in the way Becomes the way I rise. I’ll carve it in my bones, I’ll burn it in my eyes. What stands in the way Ain’t here to make me stay. If the door won’t open, I’ll become the blade. [post-chorus – dirty riff stab] Yeah, I’ll become the blade. [verse 2 – heavier groove, more bite] I made a crown out of pressure, Made a church out of scars. Every bruise became a sermon, Every cut became a star. Comfort came dressed like mercy, With her soft hands on my throat. Said, “Baby, you deserve easy,” Then she smiled and sank the boat. [pre-chorus – bigger, growling] I can break, I can bend, I can bleed, I can change. If it’s blocking my path, Then it’s wearing my name. [chorus – bigger, raw] What stands in the way Becomes the way I rise. I’ll carve it in my bones, I’ll burn it in my eyes. What stands in the way Ain’t here to make me stay. If the door won’t open, I’ll become the blade. [bridge – breakdown, haunting and bluesy] Don’t hand me a heaven That never had hell. Don’t sell me salvation That never knew nails. I want the thunder, I want the weight. I want the hunger That sharpens the saint. [build – drums rising, vocal close and dangerous] Lay the wall at my feet, Lay the fear in my hands. I was born from the pressure, I was built by the damn. [guitar solo – bluesy, soaring, emotional, bends into feedback] [final chorus – biggest lift, layered vocals, rasp and growl] What stands in the way Becomes the way I rise. I’ll carve it in my bones, I’ll burn it in my eyes. What stands in the way Ain’t here to make me stay. If the door won’t open, I’ll become the blade. What stands in the way Becomes the road I claim. I’ll dance on the ashes, I’ll answer to my name. What stands in the way Can kneel or make space. If the world won’t move, I’ll move through its face. [outro – guitar feedback fading, smoky vocal] Mm… What stands in the way… Becomes the way.
