Verse 1 Los Laggos wore a raincoat stitched with neon and deceit, While a red-haired lie came tapping in on sensible feet. She said, “Find my brother, dragon, there’s a devil on his trail,” But every promise in her purse was counterfeit and pale. Verse 2 Grace slipped into the midnight where the cheap hotel lights bled, I watched the rooftops breathing while the city bowed its head. Then fire kissed the tenements, and duty split the night— I flew toward the screaming, and she vanished from my sight. Chorus Pour me one more shadow, let the blue notes testify: Every treasure has a price tag, every saint can nearly die. I chased a spear through smoke and sin, through every crooked door— But the gold I thought I wanted wasn’t gold at all. Verse 3 There was blood beneath my claw marks, there was murder in my name, A fat man with a soft laugh dealt another marked-card game. The lance passed hand to bloody hand; the city chose a side, And all the while my partner slept where humming machines lied. Bridge They offered me an empire. They offered me revenge. They dangled life in cloudy glass above a broken ledge. I burned their holy weapon till the concrete learned to scar— Sometimes the cleanest answer is the one that leaves you charred. Final Chorus Pour me one more shadow, let the blue notes testify: Every treasure has a price tag, every dragon learns to cry. I gave the dark my fire; I gave my oldest blood to Grace— And morning found the greater treasure breathing in that place. Outro So let the trumpet whisper where the guilty streetlights shine: No crown, no spear, no hoard of gold was ever more than mine. The case went cold, the dawn came slow, the night released its claim— And the heartbeat in the next room kept the rhythm of her name.
