Back From the Floor

[Verse 1]
Kicked in the teeth
I learned how to bleed
Spit out the rust
Pulled nails from my sleeves
Woke on the floor
Staring holes in the ceiling
Every crack in the plaster
Spelled out “keep breathing”
[Chorus]
I’m back from the floor
From the floor (hey!)
Bruises like medals on my skin
I want more
If the world wants war
Wants war (come on!)
I’m done staying small
This is what I’m for
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready to burn and rebuild it all
[Verse 2]
Lost every friend
That loved me when I was quiet
Now I light matches
In the shade of every riot
Fear used to choke me
Now it sharpens my sight
If the past is a grave
I crawled out alive
[Chorus]
I’m back from the floor
From the floor (hey!)
Bruises like medals on my skin
I want more
If the world wants war
Wants war
I’m done staying small
This is what I’m for
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready to burn and rebuild it all
[Bridge]
You pushed me down
Now watch me rise
Both fists up
With fire in my eyes (yeah!)
Every scar
Is a loaded line
Say my name
I’m crossing the line
[Chorus]
I’m back from the floor
From the floor (whoa!)
Bruises like medals on my skin
I want more
If the world wants war
Wants war
I’m kicking the door
I’m screaming “one more!”
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready to take every hit and stand tall

rock, Fast, melodic punk with emo bite; driving downpicked guitars, gritty male vocals, and gang shouts on the hook. Verses tight and tense over punchy drums; chorus explodes with octave leads and stacked “whoa”s. Brief half-time breakdown in the bridge, then final chorus hits harder with extra distortion and shout-alongs., emo, dynamic, punk