The pulse keeps skipping in the dark. I drag the weight across the floor. A missing piece, a jagged spark. I’m clawing through the cellar door. They say it fades, they say it tames. But I would burn the sky tonight. To keep the shadow of these flames. And drag the ghost into the light. (CHORUS) I’ll fight the lock, I’ll break the line! I’ll bleed the marrow from the stone! To swear that what is lost is mine, And claim the wreckage as my own! Through every war, through every cage, I’ll hold the grip, I will not yield— I’ll write your name in blindest rage across this broken field. (VERSE 2) It’s worth the salt, it’s worth the scar. The only thing that makes me real. I chase the fading of the star. To remember how it feels to feel. I did the work. I paid the cost. I fed the soil, I cleared the stone. Nurtured the skin, but still I lost— My own reflection is unknown. The temple fell, the gears gave out. The mind and body will not mend. For all the care I built about, It breaks just like the street-side friend. I see them walking in a line. The plastic teeth, the painted eyes. "Everything is great and fine"— A city built of polite lies. Behind the masks, the hollow grins, We’re rotting from the inside out. The sickness wins, the decay begins, And all we do is smile and shout! (CHORUS) I’ll fight the lock, I’ll break the line! I’ll bleed the marrow from the stone! To swear that what is lost is mine, And claim the wreckage as my own! Through every war, through every cage, I’ll hold the grip, I will not yield— I’ll write your name in blindest rage across this broken field! (OUTRO) Just like the rest... Behind the smile... The broken flesh... The endless mile... I’d fight for you.
