[Verse 1]
Scuffed shoes on the hardwood floor
Burned through rent for one more track
Ink-stained teeth, laughing through hunger
We don't bend, we don't crawl back
No saint framed on the cracked wall
Just a sky map drawn in pen
Cosmos is our only patron
Signs in the dust, we read them again
[Chorus]
Nobody owns us, the cosmos is our patron
We don't keep jars in the studio, we sell albums
We don't polish, we bleed on the pages, on the sound
We only try to satisfy the soul, she's our crown
(our crown, our crown)
[Verse 2]
Blue notes bent till they almost break
Sweat on the mic, halo of steam
Trance in the eyes of the front-row kids
Heads back, caught in the seam
Rap in the breath between heartbeats
Truth in the crack of the voice
If it don't hurt, it don't heal us
Art is the pain we choose as our choice
[Chorus]
Nobody owns us, the cosmos is our patron
We don't keep jars in the studio, we sell albums
We don't polish, we bleed on the pages, on the sound
We only try to satisfy the soul, she's our crown
(our crown, our crown)
[Bridge]
Stand tall
Even when the floor tilts sideways
Stand tall
Ink, ash, and hallway echoes
Stand tall
Blues, trance, rap in our veins
Stand tall
Every scar spelling out our names (hey!)
[Chorus]
Nobody owns us, the cosmos is our patron
We don't keep jars in the studio, we sell albums
We don't polish, we bleed on the pages, on the sound
We only try to satisfy the soul, she's our crown
(our crown, our crown)