Borderlines of Blood

[Verse 1]
You crossed an ocean
I crossed my arms
Said you’d call “soon”
Now I’m counting the scars
Your face in a photo
Faded on the fridge door
Different flag
Same sky
But I’m nailed to this floor
[Chorus]
You’re my father in a foreign land
Stranger with my crooked hands
Every mirror looks like you
But what the hell am I to you?
Borderlines cut through our blood
Paper walls
A paper god
You ran from me
You ran from us
I’m your son
Not your ghost in the dust
[Verse 2]
Brothers
Sisters
Names in a message thread
Half my story
Lives in a house I’ve never met
Do they laugh like me
Do they hate you too?
Or did you save your love
For your second truth?
[Chorus]
You’re my father in a foreign land
Stranger with my crooked hands
Every mirror looks like you
But what the hell am I to you?
Borderlines cut through our blood
Paper walls
A paper god
You ran from me
You ran from us
I’m your son
Not your ghost in the dust
[Bridge]
I won’t chase
Your disappearing trail (no more)
I won’t wear
Your last name like a chain (no more)
If you ever call
You’ll hear the distance scream
A thousand miles wide
Between your voice and me (hey!)
[Chorus]
You’re my father in a foreign land
Stranger with my crooked hands
Every mirror looks like you
But I’m done reaching out for you
Borderlines stitched in my blood
I’ll burn through this paper god
You ran from me
You ran from us
I’m your son
Not your ghost in the dust

metal, Melodic metal with male vocals; opening on clean, reverb-soaked guitars and tom-heavy drums that swell into double-time kicks and layered rhythm chugs. Verses ride a tense, syncopated groove with low growls and strained cleans on the last word of each line; chorus explodes into soaring harmonies over wide, detuned power chords. Bridge drops to half-time, ride bell and dissonant chords, then climbs into a final, screamed chorus with gang shouts and a held-out vocal high note over harmonized guitars.