TapeWorn Resonance

(hummmm) The furnace wakes under rain

Iron in the rafters,

rain in the wire

Every broken gauge reads higher Boot marks bloom in the factory dust

We count the sparks and we call it trust Your name on

the clipboard, mine on the chain Still we keep walking through the

acid rain

Bolt by bolt, the ceiling bends All our alarms turn into hymns

Hold the line,

hold the air Something heavy waits

up there Tread light where the brave ones fell Copper in the

air, heat in the well Hold

your breath when the metal sings We are still alive in the

wreckage rings Tread light,

keep

the fire low Carry what

the old walls know Numbers on the panels

turn to ash Old commands fail in a sudden flash We found

a map in a welded seam Not a prophecy,

just a way downstream Hands

black with oil, lungs full of rain We move like proof through

the ruined frame

Bolt by bolt, the stairway shakes Every lock

forgets its place

Hold the line, hold the air We are nearly there Tread light

where the brave ones fell Copper in the air,

heat in the well Hold your breath when the metal sings We

are still alive in the wreckage rings Tread light,

keep the fire low Carry what the old walls know

Ash on the tongue

Still we walk home (hummmm)