[Intro] [The Narrator] I lived in a display case of borrowed hopes, in a suit that keeps closing my throat. I counted ceiling tiles like someone else's floor, collapsing inward, always wanting more. In my pocket — a stranger’s peace of mind. In my eyes — a shift change, blank and blind. I learned to go quiet when I'm next to you, just so I'd never have to hear my own walls breaking through. [Pre-Chorus] [The Narrator] And if rock bottom is the door I've found, I'll stand on it, stubborn, stand my ground. When the last sick joke strips the final thread, I hear the drums, the drums inside my head. [Chorus] [The Narrator & Marla Singer] This is the club where everything burns. This is the club where the pain returns. If you're not alive, you're just asleep in your lies. If you wanna reach heaven, you hit the bottom first. This is the club where everything burns. This is the club where the pain returns. We're not about fear — we're about the hit. We're not about peace — we're about the fire in it. [Verse 1] [Marla Singer] I show up right when everything's on fire, laughing right into strangers' wounds, walking the wire. On my lips, all the filth from my fog-filled bedroom still smokes. I don’t ask for your warmth, I don’t ask for your love — I’ll just take your cracks and your broken jokes. You’re far too polite for this kind of evil, darling. And me? I’m made of all that polite shit, snarling. [Pre-Chorus] [Marla Singer] Don’t hide your shame under paper-thin ice, it’s gonna bleed through, sugar, no matter how nice. I watch you sinking, sinking down to the filth and the sound, And I can’t help it — I laugh as you drown. [Chorus] [The Narrator & Marla Singer] This is the club where everything burns. This is the club where the pain returns. If you're not alive, you're just asleep in your lies. If you wanna reach heaven, you hit the bottom first. This is the club where everything burns. This is the club where the pain returns. We're not about fear — we're about the hit. We're not about peace — we're about the fire in it. [Bridge] [Marla Singer] Listen: I’m not your mistake. I’m your hunger. I’m the one who moves in when your home turns to winter. I’ve seen all your smiles — just thin paint over splinters. I know how freedom smells when it’s splitting at the seams and it hisses. [Verse 2] [Tyler Durden] You call me a miracle? A miracle is just an explosion with good timing. I came here to peel off the skin of every pretty little grievance you’ve been hiding. I’m bringing you the simplest law: break whatever’s holding you in chains. While you’re begging the world for a spot to sleep, I’m taking the world’s keys and giving out pain. Your rules are just sleepy trash. Your faith is a paper dome. I’m giving you your bare fucking hands, so you can finally get rough, finally come home. [Pre-Chorus] [Tyler Durden] If you’re terrified, that means it’s true. If it hurts like hell, you’re almost through. Lift your eyes to the mess in your gut — that’s exactly where the spark cuts through. [Final Chorus] [The Narrator, Marla Singer & Tyler Durden] This is the club where everything burns. This is the club where the pain returns. If you're not alive, you're just asleep in your lies. If you wanna reach heaven, you hit the bottom first. This is the club where everything burns. This is the club where the pain returns. We're not about fear — we're about the hit. We're not about peace — we're about the fire in it. [Outro] [The Narrator & Marla Singer] We are scars. We are ashes. We are the step past the edge. We are scars. We are ashes. And the world never slept.
