Untitled Song

Lyrics

[Intro]
(cold wind, lone violin — a single modal cry over dark piano)
Snow on my shoulders, ash in my lungs
Buried alive where the light never comes

[Verse 1]
(sparse — dark piano, cello, lone violin, barely-there drums)
They dropped me in the northern black, six feet and colder still
Wrote my name on a wooden slab and left it on the hill
I counted every heartbeat like a debt I couldn't pay
Swallowed all the dirt they threw, and chewed it into clay
I was the ghost that no one mourned, the weight that no one raised
The mouth that stopped its praying somewhere in the frozen haze

[Pre-Chorus]
(rising strings, war-drum toms enter, urgency tightening)
But there's a fire underneath the frost
Counting up the everything I lost
I dig with broken fingers through the stone —
I am not done, I am not done, I am not going home

[Chorus]
(halftime-heavy — growling bass, live war drums, soaring violin countermelody)
I claw the dawn out of the dark, bleeding at the seams
I drag my body up the hill of every buried scream
Break me, bury me, I rise with dirt still in my teeth
Still breathing — you can't kill the fucking thing in me
Whoa — I claw the dawn out of the dark
Whoa — I carry morning in my scars

[Verse 2]
(intimate again — cello and violin, low drums returning slowly)
I've got a map made out of stitches, every road a wound
Northern nights that taught me silence, howling at the moon
The winter never asked permission, took whatever's mine
Left me thin as candle smoke, still holding to the line
And every stone they stacked to keep me quiet in the ground
Became the steps I'm climbing now — the only way is out and up

[Pre-Chorus]
(tension rebuilds, toms pounding, strings climbing higher)
There's a fire growing in the cold
Older than the story that I'm told
I press my ribs against the closing door —
I am not done, I am not done, I won't be buried anymore

[Chorus]
(explosive — dubstep bass, electric guitar grit, violin screaming above)
I claw the dawn out of the dark, bleeding at the seams
I drag my body up the hill of every buried scream
Break me, bury me, I rise with dirt still in my teeth
Still breathing — you can't kill the fucking thing in me
Whoa — I claw the dawn out of the dark
Whoa — I carry morning in my scars

[Bridge]
(strip to near silence — bare cracked voice and lone violin)
Hey... you hear me?
I'm still here, quieter than the snow
Every name I lost, I carve them in a row
The blood I gave the frost — it wasn't spilled in vain
It bought me one more sunrise, and I'd pay it all again

[Instrumental Break]
(lone modal fiddle rising into war-drum thunder, low male chant shouts — "hey! hey!" — building to detonation)

[Final Chorus]
(the peak — full war drums, chants beneath, violin at its most defiant)
I claw the dawn out of the dark, bleeding at the seams
I drag my body up the hill of every buried scream
Break me, bury me, I rise with dirt still in my teeth
Still breathing — you can't kill the fucking thing in me
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Whoa — I claw the dawn out of the dark
Whoa — I carry morning in my scars
Whoa — I am the storm they left for dead
The frozen ground gave back its dead

[Outro]
(quiet — lone violin fading, dark piano, wind)
Snow on my shoulders, gold on the hill
Buried alive... and breathing still