Intro

Cold iron taste on my tongue

Basement door, the night is young

Red thread tied around the nail

Something underneath inhales

Verse 1

Boots hit hard on the plywood floor

Black mold crawling through the door

I hear my name in the furnace breath

One more step and I bargain with death

Ash on my sleeve, dirt in my teeth

Chain on the gate but it won't hold me

You brought a grin to a knife fight town

Now watch that grin get hammered down

Pre-Chorus

No saints in the ceiling

No help when it calls