Cold Steel

Rust on the locker room floor

Blood in the lines of my palms

Name tag twisted

Bent and torn

Teeth still stained from the storm

Clock on the wall keeps digging

Hands like knives

Always spinning

Every second says the same thing

Break or be broken

Cold steel

Pressed to my back every day I wake

Cold steel

Bite down hard till the edges shake

If this world’s gonna cut me open

I’ll carve my own way through

Cold steel

I turn that blade on you

Boot prints crushed in the gravel

Boot heels crush every doubt

You talk big with a hollow rattle

I grind that echo out

Weight on my chest keeps climbing

Breath comes sharp

Silver lining

Every scar is a warning

Don’t die quiet

Cold steel

Pressed to my back every day I wake

Cold steel

Bite down hard till the edges shake

If this world’s gonna cut me open

I’ll carve my own way through

Cold steel

I turn that blade on you

Face down on the factory floor (get up)

Taste dust

Taste iron

Want more (get up)

If pain is all that you deal

I cash it in for real

Cold steel

Pressed to my back every day I wake

Cold steel

Bite down hard till the edges shake

If this world’s gonna cut me open

I’ll carve my own way through

Cold steel

I turn that blade on you