Verse 1

Boots hit hard on the steel floor

Cold breath, jaw set, want more

I came in cut from the storm

Built like a gate they can't hold

Black gloves, grip like a vow

Smoke in my throat, right now

If I fall, I fall loud

But I don't bow, I don't bow

Pre-Chorus

Count it down

Three, two, one

Hear the ground

Here it comes

Hands up high

Eyes locked in

Say my name

Let it begin