This ain't a hymn for the half-alive
No whispered plea from those who just survive
I refuse to fade to background noise
My battle cry will shake the void
For every soul who held the line
Through bloodied knuckles and fractured spines
The road gets steep, the night gets long
But forged steel sings its loudest song
This is my fire!
(No second chances left)
I'll burn bright or burn out!
(No room for half-lived steps)
My heart's a wildcard highway!
(Sinatra's ghost approves)
I'll crash and burn my own way!
(With nothing left to lose)
For all the rebels who own their scars
Who built their castles from broken bars
When luck plays dead and fate turns cold
You carve your name in liquid gold
When the wolves come calling—stand!
When the earth starts shaking—plant!
When they scream you'll never —laugh!
And light your funeral pyre
For every soul who held the line
Through bloodied knuckles and fractured spines
The road gets steep, the night gets long
But forged steel sings its loudest song
This is my fire!
(No second chances left)
I'll burn bright or burn out!
(No room for half-lived steps)
My heart's a wildcard highway!
(Sinatra's ghost approves)
I'll crash and burn my own way!
(With nothing left to lose)
This is my fire!
(No second chances left)
I'll burn bright or burn out!
(No room for half-lived steps)
My soul's an open freeway!
(The old man got it right)
I'll wreck and rise my own way!
(In supernova light)
