Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came in with dust on my boots
And a half-broken grin for you
The floorboards creak my name
Like they know the hell I knew
Empty glass, full of lies
Same old face, same old prize
But I still laugh, I still stand
With a coin and a cracked-up plan
[Pre-Chorus]
Turn it up, let it bite
We ain't sleeping through the night
If the whole world wants a fight
Then baby, I don't step aside
[Chorus]
Raise it high, raise it high
We burn loud, we don't die
Raise it high, raise it high
Till the last spark meets the sky
(raise it high)
(raise it high)
[Verse 2]
There's a scar on the back door
From the night I kicked it in
Muddy wheels in the yard
And a song I wore too thin
You can laugh, you can stare
I don't care, I don't care
Got a wild heart in my chest
And a blade of air to share
[Pre-Chorus]
Turn it up, let it bite
We ain't sleeping through the night
If the whole world wants a fight
Then baby, I don't step aside
[Chorus]
Raise it high, raise it high
We burn loud, we don't die
Raise it high, raise it high
Till the last spark meets the sky
(raise it high)
(raise it high)
[Bridge]
When the doors all slam shut
I kick through the dark
One good roar from the gut
And I light up the dark
[Chorus]
Raise it high, raise it high
We burn loud, we don't die
Raise it high, raise it high
Till the last spark meets the sky
(raise it high)
(raise it high)
Details
GeneratedJul 28, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hard rock with mid-tempo four-on-the-floor stomp, thick palm-muted guitar riffs, crunchy bass, and pounding toms; verses ride tight, dirty chugs with restrained vocal grit, pre-chorus opens into rising gang shouts and snare lifts, chorus hits wider with stacked doubles and a shouted hook. Add barroom handclaps, amp hum swells, and a guitar squeal turnaround before the last chorus. Big, raw, and punchy with a smoky live-room mix., rock
Credits
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LogistikModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Style Kabát, rock
