Ashes in My Throat
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@Csaba Farkas
Ashes in My Throat
v4
@Csaba Farkas
Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
Rust on my tongue
Bite down on the blood and smoke
Footsteps in the empty hall
Every promise carved in oak
Cold nails in my chest
Counting every crack in the stone
Talk loud, but the walls don’t answer
Guess I’m screaming on my own
[Chorus]
I’ve got ashes in my throat
Every word a burning rope
Pulling tight, pulling tight
But I won’t let go
From the ruin and the rust
I will drag myself above
Spit the fire, spit the fire
Till it sounds like love
[Verse 2]
Same scars, new day
Pull the stitch and feel it tear
Laugh hard till the veins start shaking
Dare the quiet not to stare
Glass hearts on the floor
Kick them just to hear them break
If pain is the proof I’m breathing
Then I’ll learn from every quake
[Chorus]
I’ve got ashes in my throat
Every word a burning rope
Pulling tight, pulling tight
But I won’t let go
From the ruin and the rust
I will drag myself above
Spit the fire, spit the fire
Till it sounds like love
[Bridge]
Let the ghosts line up
Name them one by one (hey!)
Cut the chain from my neck
Watch it hit the sun
I’m still here, I’m still here
Teeth bared to the dark
If the world won’t light me
Then I’ll be my spark
[Chorus]
I’ve got ashes in my throat
Every word a burning rope
Pulling tight, pulling tight
But I won’t let go
From the ruin and the rust
I will drag myself above
Spit the fire, spit the fire
Till it sounds like love
Rust on my tongue
Bite down on the blood and smoke
Footsteps in the empty hall
Every promise carved in oak
Cold nails in my chest
Counting every crack in the stone
Talk loud, but the walls don’t answer
Guess I’m screaming on my own
[Chorus]
I’ve got ashes in my throat
Every word a burning rope
Pulling tight, pulling tight
But I won’t let go
From the ruin and the rust
I will drag myself above
Spit the fire, spit the fire
Till it sounds like love
[Verse 2]
Same scars, new day
Pull the stitch and feel it tear
Laugh hard till the veins start shaking
Dare the quiet not to stare
Glass hearts on the floor
Kick them just to hear them break
If pain is the proof I’m breathing
Then I’ll learn from every quake
[Chorus]
I’ve got ashes in my throat
Every word a burning rope
Pulling tight, pulling tight
But I won’t let go
From the ruin and the rust
I will drag myself above
Spit the fire, spit the fire
Till it sounds like love
[Bridge]
Let the ghosts line up
Name them one by one (hey!)
Cut the chain from my neck
Watch it hit the sun
I’m still here, I’m still here
Teeth bared to the dark
If the world won’t light me
Then I’ll be my spark
[Chorus]
I’ve got ashes in my throat
Every word a burning rope
Pulling tight, pulling tight
But I won’t let go
From the ruin and the rust
I will drag myself above
Spit the fire, spit the fire
Till it sounds like love
A zene stílusa
metal, Modern heavy metal with a tight, downtuned riff locking to double-kick drums; male vocals that roar in the verses and open into a melodic, shouted gang-vocal chorus. Guitars alternate between palm-muted chugs and dissonant chords; bass snarls in the low end. Bridge drops to half-time with tom-led groove and a climbing lead line, then slams back into the final hook at full velocity.
