The best version of hell
(Verse 1)
The sidewalk cracked and heaving slow, a path for where the weary go
I've measured life in concrete squares, inhaling cold and urban airs
A million faces passing by, beneath a gray and anxious sky
Each one a ghost of where they've been, another race they couldn't win.
But you gotta keep the engine on, from the dark of dusk till breaking dawn.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm walking a wire, strung out and thin,
Survival's the only prayer I've let in.
The asphalt melts beneath my sole, I'm miles past my control.
This relentless, beautiful, brutal test,
Is the quiet fire burning in my chest.
The only way I can compare,
Is the best version of hell is the only thing that's there.
(Verse 2)
The old road sign, a rusted shield, pointed out to an empty field.
I drove until the lines blurred white, fueled by the fading city light.
Traded the pavement for the grit, the kind of darkness you can't quit.
Where the vultures circle high and slow, and only the desperate dare to go.
Yeah, you chew the dust and drink the pain, just to see the sun come up again.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm walking a wire, strung out and thin,
Survival's the only prayer I've let in.
The asphalt melts beneath my sole, I'm miles past my control.
This relentless, beautiful, brutal test,
Is the quiet fire burning in my chest.
The only way I can compare,
Is the best version of hell is the only thing that's there.
(Bridge)
Now I'm deep within the winding trail, where the compass spins and faith can fail.
The map is torn, the markers gone, I'm walking on a dream that's drawn
By memory, and muscle strain, through blistering sun and endless rain.
And every step's a choice I make, for the thirsty soul and the bones that ache.
I built my fire from the falling snow, where you can't look back or let go.
(Guitar Solo - Focus on a driving, slightly manic energy, perhaps with a minor key bend)
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm walking a wire, strung out and thin,
Survival's the only prayer I've let in.
The path melts beneath my sole, I'm miles past my control.
This relentless, beautiful, brutal test,
Is the quiet fire burning in my chest.
The only way I can compare,
Is the best version of hell is the only thing that's there.
(Outro)
Yeah, the best kind of hell...
It keeps you awake, it makes you breathe.
It makes you walk, it makes you believe.
On the sidewalk, the road, and the trail...
The beautiful failure.
The glorious hell.
(Fade out on sustained, slightly distorted chord)
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