[Intro] [whispered, dry] Ain’t even smoke in the hallway Just the memory of one [Hook] False alarm in my chest, still going off No fire in the hall, I can’t turn it off (woah) Every little hush too loud, too loud Body keep running like the house burning down [Post] [low] Count to four [whisper] Still feel the war [Hook] False alarm in my chest, still going off Clear the room, then I lock it off Pressure in the pulse, too loud, too loud I blacked out once — now I live in the sound
