歌詞

[Intro — spoken / distant choir]

Count to six… then break the sky

I wasn’t born to fade in silence

I’m a scar across your feed

They said “too long, too strange, too many parts,”

But that’s the point—let it bleed

No filter on the throat, no gloss on the pain

Just truth in the ribs and rust in the brain

If you found this on purpose, you already know—

Good taste is a weapon, now let it go

We stitch the genres, bolt by bolt

Opera ghosts in a hardcore fault

Turn the fear into a fuse—

Light it

SING IT LIKE YOU’LL NEVER COME BACK! (HEY!)

SCREAM IT ‘TIL THE CEILING CRACKS! (HEY!)

Six minutes of thunder in a thirty-second bite

I want the whole room moving like a blackout fight

NO AUTO-TUNE, JUST TEETH AND SOUL! (HEY!)

LOW-END GODS, TAKE CONTROL! (HEY!)

If you feel that pull, if you want that hit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

I’ve seen grief wear a crown in a mother’s eyes

I’ve seen “goodbye” in the way a funeral sighs

So we don’t waste breath, we don’t waste time

We turn every loss into a war-drum line

The past still roars in the speakers tonight

And the future’s not dead if the chorus bites

From choir to chaos, we don’t choose one—

We stack the worlds ‘til the walls are gone

(Whisper)

Is this real?

Is this a dream?

(Roar)

IT’S THE MOMENT IN BETWEEN!

Hands up—jump—dive—repeat

Let the bass rewrite your heartbeat

SING IT LIKE YOU’LL NEVER COME BACK! (HEY!)

SCREAM IT ‘TIL THE CEILING CRACKS! (HEY!)

A masterpiece shouldn’t sleep in a museum light

We drag it to the floor and we start the riot

NO AUTO-TUNE, JUST TEETH AND SOUL! (HEY!)

LOW-END GODS, TAKE CONTROL! (HEY!)

If you feel that pull, if you want that hit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

Not nostalgia—immortality