Frozen Rise

(burrr) Streets of blue, we were cold in the deep end No heat

in the flat, we were barely even sleeping Me and Gunn in

the blizzard, headlights faded out Stuck in a drift,

is this what the end is about (hah)

Ice on our breath,

but the fire inside us grows Out of the blue and up

from the freezing snow

Now we stand tall,

we conquered the coldest nights From the gutter to the shining studio

lights

Almost froze to death,

now we heat up the track

Crips on the corner,

we never are looking back

Gunn on the mic and we run through the storm We kept

each other warm, now the empire is born (we made it)

Out of the cold

(yeah) Into the gold