Lyric

(GROWL) No more “goodbye”… just feedback in the sky

(CHOIR) Ooo—oh…

Thirty winters on the calendar, still shaking in my ribs

A voice in old recordings teaching broken hearts to live

They argue over names and praise the loudest on the stage—

I hear the hands behind the sound, the sparks inside the cage

No glitter, no disguise, no pretty lies to sell—

Just sweat, wire, lungs on fire, and a kick like a hammer bell

If time is a blade, then we bite it back

Turn grief to gasoline and light the track

(GROWL) WHO WANTS TO LAST—

(GANG) WE DO! WE DO!

(GROWL) WHO WANTS TO CRASH—

(GANG) THEN RISE RIGHT THROUGH!

Sub-bass gravequake, horns of the storm

We don’t die quiet—we mutate to form

If you feel that pull, scream the code with us:

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

Funeral suits, chapel doors, tears on the floor—

We left with a riff that kept the heart at war

“Play it when I’m gone,” that’s the note you wrote

So I throw my neck to the sky and keep your name afloat

Some nights I’m steel, some nights I’m weak—

Either way the low end speaks what my mouth can’t speak

No second takes, no golden mask—

Only truth that hits too hard to ask

(Whisper) If love won’t stay…

Then let it echo

(Whisper) If breath runs out…

Then let it thunder

(SCREAM) We carry the ones we lost in the drum and the bass—

We carry them every time the room breaks!

(GROWL) WHO WANTS TO LAST—

(GANG) WE DO! WE DO!

(GROWL) WHO WANTS TO CRASH—

(GANG) THEN RISE RIGHT THROUGH!

Sub-bass gravequake, crowd like a wave

A living anthem for the ones we save

If you feel that pull, scream the code with us:

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

(GROWL) Not forever…

But loud enough to haunt the years