Rust and Copper Turn

Verse

Concrete breathes in the dark

Speakers pulsate through the skin

Cold air stings like a knife cut fine

Nothing but the four count left to win

Rust and copper turn in my chest

The hum finds me where I rest

Every beat is a door that swings open wide

And inside is only this one stride

Hands go up when the drop comes low

Feet find the same worn, hollow road

Nobody's watching for the face they wear

Only the shadow on the iron there

Pre-Chorus

Can you hear it in your chest?

Does it pulse like a live wire nest?

Let it carry us past the end of time

Into the steel that we leave behind

Chorus

Rust and copper turn, turn with me

Every beat sets something free

This is where our skin starts to bend

In the iron dark where the machines descend

Turn, turn, turn with every step I take

In this hollow sound until the concrete breaks

Verse

Speakers moan like a long-forgotten sigh

My body reads it in a language that won't die

Bass in my spine keeps time to the cold light

Nothing left but this endless fight

Smoke curls up from the iron floor

Every breath is a promise we adore

No names on the wall, no face to claim

Only the pulse and the steel we bear in vain

Hands go up when the drop comes low

Feet find the same worn, hollow road

Nobody's watching for the face they wear

Only the shadow on the iron there

Pre-Chorus

Can you hear it in your chest?

Does it pulse like a live wire nest?

Let it carry us past the end of time

Into the steel that we leave behind

Chorus

Rust and copper turn, turn with me

Every beat sets something free

This is where our skin starts to bend

In the iron dark where the machines descend

Turn, turn, turn with every step I take

In this hollow sound until the concrete breaks

Bridge

No light here, only what we make

Every pulse pulls us into the break

Not a crowd, not a room, just the iron and me

And in its rust, that's all I see

Chorus

Rust and copper turn, turn with me

Every beat sets something free

This is where our skin starts to bend

In the iron dark where the machines descend

Turn, turn, turn with every step I take

In this hollow sound until the concrete breaks