Ash and Chrome

O black top Heart with a spark in the cold we carve our

names where the street turns gold Fists like drums on the door as they glow

Step by step as the pressure grows Breathe in smoke

Count to three what they burn will forage to be

Ash and chrome we make a throne from everything they threw like

stone be on be we build a home Raise your voice,

shake the bones Ash and chrome Hands of fire turn the weight into a wire

Step by step clean the sun as synchron on the tone Dome,