Knuckles Full of Sparks
Verse 1 Night feels like a wire humming in the chest
Teeth grinding steel
putting lungs to the test. Boot prints mark the cracked concrete floor
Every time they told me not to ask for more. Hands shake like engines stuck in the red
Chewing on the rust and the words unsaid. Biting back the lightning
solder and glass
Laughing while the sirens and the warnings pass.
Verse 2 Remember every locker slam, every cheap shot
Teacher turning blind to the trouble I got. Back against the cinderblock
gasoline and bone
Saving up the fuel for the time alone. Fuse in the throat and a storm in the jaw
Insults filed away in the razor wire law. Blood has no forgiveness
only interest rate
Compounding on the pain and the heavy weight.
Pre-Chorus Done playing safe for a world that didn’t care
Until it smelled the blood hanging in the air. Done shrinking down to fit behind the door
Meant for cardboard people and nothing more.
Chorus Raise your fists until the knuckles catch the light
Fighting off the air that chokes you in the night. Let the noise rip like a riot in the room
Breaking out of silence and the heavy doom. If they wanted quiet
they shouldn’t build a cage
Around a kid who’s burning with a quiet rage. Carve it in the metal
scream until you’re deaf
A promise that you owe this place a death.
Verse 3 Hearing all the gossip buzzing like a fly
Headphones on the skull while the days go by. Boots on the pavement
beating on the skin
Shouting at the hollow where the people come. Branded as a lost case
screwup in the crowd, Walking malfunction
talking too loud. Broken circuit walking in the bright clean room
Humming heavy chords that spell out their doom.
Pre-Chorus Let them point and murmur
let them pray the heat
Finds another victim walking on the street. Scars upon the arms write a louder verse
Than the plastic prayers that they rehearse.
Bridge Amps are judge and jury, cables on the floor
Feedback clawing darkness at the heavy door. Punchlines landing heavy in the drop-tuned sound
Burying the past deep underground. No halo on the front
just the sweat and spit
Bending strings until the metal starts to split. When the last chord hits
the mirror starts to crack
Finally a face that is looking back.
Outro Let the crowd fade, let the smoke stick
Tomorrow cursing everything that makes it tick. Walked in quiet
hands inside the pockets
Walked out dragging thunder from the sockets.