[Instrumental Breakdown: Lo-fi, crackling vinyl static over a heavy, percussive acoustic riff] The gold is thin On fingers of glass The debt you owe is us [Instrumental Breakdown: Aggressive rhythmic slapping on the guitar body, shifting into a fast tempo] You feast in the vacuum — to taste the ghost I am not the fuel — for your furnace Drowning the pulse in a hollow symphony The stars are dark The marrow fails Witness the harvest of salt, the gears have ground to a halt [Pause] The marrow fails The air is grey, the shadows stay You’re gasping on [Instrumental Breakdown: Low-tuned acoustic chugs with a chaotic, melodic lead] No bridge remains, no blood in veins, you sold the soil to buy the rain You count the sparks, marking the dark, to hide the void you’ve invited Like a needle to skin you puncture the kin and call the infection a victory I carved a path in the dust Slept in the teeth of the storm Every "silent sacrifice" you demanded Was a shroud you wore If you don’t feel the cold now When will you feel the burn I kept the fire while you let it turn When the tides become a grave don't look to me for shore Your hidden motives have no door But somehow you want what you can’t endure The marrow fails Witness the harvest of salt, the gears have ground to a halt [Pause] The marrow fails The air is grey, the shadows stay You’re gasping on [Pause] The gold is thin On fingers of glass The debt you owe is us
