[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
Stile di musica
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.