Bosphorus Trap
(yo) Walking down the cold stone street Dust on my hands,
heavy on my feet Shadows stretch but I do not bend Waiting
on a sign that they never send (uh-huh)
Keep it moving under heavy skies No trust,
no truth, just clever lies
They want the gold but they fear the fire
Climbing up the wall of their own desire (yeah,
they fear it) We hold the flame in the frozen dark
Leaving behind a permanent mark
Built from the ground,
no hand-outs here We write the law and we face the fear
(never fear)
Cold wind blowing from the eastern sea Locking down the grid,
keeping the key Still breathing through the heavy smoke No punchlines,
this is not a joke
(watch out)
They want the gold but they fear the fire
Climbing up the wall of their own desire (yeah,
they fear it) We hold the flame in the frozen dark
Leaving behind a permanent mark
Only the heavy bass remains