Crossed Signals (Explicit) (Ignite)

[Intro: distorted radio static, building feedback, low guitar drone, 8 bars] [Verse 1: spit delivery, monotone, rapid-fire, aggressive, no melody] Thought I caught the frequency, thought I knew the band Thought the years of broadcasting put me in the goddamn plan Thought the work I sent out came back understood Thought the signal I was sending hit the way it should But the channel's not the channel, it's the room you're in And the room keeps moving every time the wind comes in You think you're tuned in clear? You're just early on the dial Same noise, same static, same crossed signals all the while [Pre-Chorus: half-time, building, melodic] You broadcast loud to keep your own inside And the static you create is what divides [Chorus: melodic, soaring, full band, wounded vocal, big] Crossed signals Who's our own When the line keeps moving When you drew it around your throne You point at me, I point at you Same frequency, same fade Crossed signals Who's our own [Verse 2: spit delivery, sharper, angrier, monotone, rapid-fire] Wrote the rules with my name in invisible ink Made the joke at my expense, watched the assholes link Reacted with a sad face like you knew the score But you don't know the broadcast cut out years before You think the network's tight? It's a goddamn circle drawn in chalk You think your tribe is loyal? Watch who's next on the block The ones inside are scared of the shit they can't admit That "our own" was never real, that the line was always split [Pre-Chorus: half-time, building, melodic] You broadcast loud to keep your own inside And the static you create is what divides [Chorus: melodic, soaring, full band, wounded vocal, big] Crossed signals Who's our own When the line keeps moving When you drew it around your throne You point at me, I point at you Same frequency, same fade Crossed signals Who's our own [Bridge: half-time, vocal pulled back, intimate, quiet to building] And I drew the line too Called it home Called it ours Called it true Now I'm standing where I drew it And there's no one On my side Of the room I'm not clean I'm not free I just stopped fucking pretending The line was ever me [Rap Verse: spit delivery, fast, aggressive, no melody, monotone, beat-driven, hip-hop cadence] Call my work shit while I'm keeping this afloat Years of foundation, never in the photograph Built the thing you're standing on, never on the staff Wrote the code that runs the room you say is yours alone Laid the goddamn floor you're walking on, calling it your home You take her word over mine because she's one of your own She doesn't know the fucking product but you give her the throne Watched the recording, then ran to your club Spread her version where the chosen ones huddle Didn't check the file, didn't read the log Skipped the homework — and the club nodded along Every line you draw to keep "us" tight, somebody else gets crossed The signal you're protecting is the cause of what you've lost I'm not bitter, I'm not breaking, I'm just finally awake Watched the network close around itself for its own sake Saw the joke land soft because I'm the one outside Saw the rules rewritten in the spaces I implied Every "us" creates a "them" — you just forgot you're them to someone else, somewhere, drawing lines around their own Same crossed signals, different room, same broken motherfucking telephone [Final Chorus: bigger, layered, recognition baked in, full intensity] Crossed signals Who's our own When the fucking line keeps moving When you drew it around your throne I point at you, you point at me Same frequency, same fade Crossed signals Who's our own Who's our own Who's our own [Outro: hard stop after final "our own" — radio static cuts to silence]