Burnt Anthem

{vinyl crackle} {bass clarinet and pizzicato violins playing a tense,

eerie melody} {detuned piano plays a solitary,

sparse chord sequence} Let the record show...

I took the whispers,

and I gave them a room to breathe.

(shhh) {ghostly reverse swell} They shook their heads,

they call it madness Writing symphonies in the cold,

damp darkness Now the side-eyes are turning to applause And I'm mapping

the victories, counting the scars

(counting them all)

{low-end drop, a deep 808 sub-bass rumbles

under the strings} I took the strange things seriously

Built a palace out of what they feared

{distanced palm-muted chugging guitars enter like thunder} Now hear the march draw

near

{taiko-like toms build tension} This is the monument of the broken and

bold We wear our scars like a crown of gold (look at

us shine) From the quiet corners where the wild ideas grow

We own the night,

and we won't let go

{soaring lead violin melody above the heavy guitars} {heavy trap-metal march groove}

Confessional booth turned into a stage

Every secret ink-stained on the page (hahaha) No hiding the cracks where

the light gets through

We built a kingdom out of nothing new

{guitars drop to staccato

chugs, 808 rolls underneath}

Let the strings fade...

(soft hummm) Just the detuned piano and the crackle of the wax.

We took the strange things seriously.

{pizzicato violin slows down

and decays

into silence}

{vinyl crackle run-out}