Iron Crown Rising 15

Verse

Iron floor, a thousand hearts locked to one beat.

Smoke machine eating every shadow, no faces left.

Bones gone numb but my legs won't stop the grind.

Pulse in my throat feeding on the crowd's mind.

Every hand up is a small rebellion born.

Floor shakes like an earthquake waking something torn.

Skin slick with heat and static, eyes wide open.

No names left, just this one endless motion.

Pre-Chorus

Static rising where our minds used to be.

Iron crown climbing up the ceiling of me.

Something old is breaking through the bassline.

I can feel it climbing, climbing, climbing —

Chorus

Iron Crown Rising! Iron Crown Rising!

Let it take us, let it break us wide open!

Skin and smoke and nothing left to hide!

The iron crown rising! The iron crown rising!

Feet won't stop until the sun comes up!

Nothing human left in this dark and loud enough!

Verse

Strobe flash paints a thousand copies of me.

Sweat drips down like rain from a ceiling that's free.

Every stranger's pulse becomes my own heartbeat.

Floor begins to lift us all into its repeat.

Hands don't know themselves anymore, they just move.

Iron floor is calling out a rhythm we can't improve.

No past, no name — just the bassline, just the drop.

The noise is eating every thought I ever had. —

Pre-Chorus

Static rising where our minds used to be.

Iron crown climbing up the ceiling of me.

Something old is breaking through the bassline.

I can feel it climbing, climbing, climbing —

Chorus

Iron Crown Rising! Iron Crown Rising!

Let it take us, let it break us wide open!

Skin and smoke and nothing left to hide!

The iron crown rising! The iron crown rising!

Feet won't stop until the sun comes up!

Nothing human left in this dark and loud enough!

Bridge

No name to give what's happening here.

Just the weight of a thousand footsteps dear.

Something old is rising from the speakers.