[Intro] Hush now, the old organ calls Dust on the altar, rust on the walls Low tide crawling beneath the floor I count your footsteps, I lock the door [Verse 1] I walk where the busted shop signs lean Black rain clings to the washing line Your name sits cold in a paper cup I drink that silence, I don’t look up I know your hunger, I know your claim I hear the brass ring scrape my name Keep your hands where the hard light falls I learned my prayers from factory walls [Pre-Chorus] The pressure climbs, the hinges strain One more word and I break the chain Say it again, let the whole block hear I am still breathing, I am still here [Chorus] I won’t bow down, I won’t go quiet Turn that grief into a riot From the dead-end road to the iron sky Hear me crack, hear me testify Break the lock, let the black bells ring No crown, no master, no borrowed king I came back hard from the buried ground Raise that roar till it shakes this town [Verse 2] Now the room goes cold, the bass hangs low You wear my trust like a stolen coat Every promise stamped with a crooked seal Every soft excuse has a sharpened heel You took the keys, you took the air You called it love while you counted there But I kept one match in a rusted tin And I know exactly where to begin [Pre-Chorus] The pressure climbs, the hinges strain Your little kingdom tastes like rain Say it again, let the whole block hear I am still breathing, I am still here [Chorus] I won’t bow down, I won’t go quiet Turn that grief into a riot From the dead-end road to the iron sky Hear me crack, hear me testify Break the lock, let the black bells ring No crown, no master, no borrowed king I came back hard from the buried ground Raise that roar till it shakes this town [Bridge] Mine was the wound, mine was the scar Mine was the road that carried me far You cannot own what survived your fire You cannot chain a live wire [Final Chorus] I won’t bow down, I won’t go quiet Turn that grief into a riot From the dead-end road to the iron sky Hear me crack, hear me testify Break the lock, let the black bells ring No crown, no master, no borrowed king I came back hard from the buried ground Raise that roar till it shakes this town [Outro] Hush now, the old organ calls Warm bass rolling through empty halls One rimshot fading, one last scar I leave your kingdom where the ruins are
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