Scales of smoke

Yeah Judgment gods have it all

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah Ash on my tongue,

names in the dust Cold on

the steps,

still I look up Your gold

fingers shake when the night comes

due I held my own heart,

I won't hand it to you

I hear that thunder

I hear that call The door

swings open

And the mask will fall

Judgment gods have it all

Judgment gods have it all They

take the crown,

they take the fall Judgment gods

have it all White-knuckle truth

pressed in my palm You count

my debts, but I count my

calm You built a throne on

a borrowed flame Now every lie

has to speak your name

I hear that thunder

I hear that call The door

swings open

And the mask will fall

Judgment gods have it all Judgment

gods have it all They take

the crown,

they take the fall Judgment gods

have it all Let the fire

write it,

let the ash confess I was

made for the break,

not the borrowed dress Let the

whole sky lean in,

let the records turn What you

buried in me is the thing

you learn

Judgment gods have it all

Judgment gods have it all