Teeth grind Rust taste on my tongue Cold hands Clawing at my lungs White walls Closing like a vice Your words Cut once, then twice I’ve got glass in my throat But I’m still gonna sing your name Turn my scars into notes Set this prison up in flames If I break, then I break On the sound of my own hope You can bury my voice But you can’t kill the echo Cracked screen Shows a stranger’s eyes Same face I’ve learned to despise One scream Buried in my chest One spark Burning through my flesh (yeah) I’ve got glass in my throat But I’m still gonna sing your name Turn my scars into notes Set this prison up in flames If I break, then I break On the sound of my own hope You can bury my voice But you can’t kill the echo Head full of wolves Heart full of static Step, slip, fall, crash Tragic, automatic Say my shame Like a sermon you quote I bite down hard Till I swallow the glass in my throat (Go) I am not your guilt to hold I am not your weight of stone Every wound you left exposed Now it’s carved into my bones I’ve got glass in my throat But I’m still gonna sing your name Turn my scars into notes Set this prison up in flames If I break, then I break On the sound of my own hope You can bury my voice But you can’t kill the echo (no) You can bury my voice But you can’t kill The echo
