Split the Chain

I walked in with a cracked white knuckle

Dust on my boots from the hard road home

You said my name like a loaded promise

Now the whole room knows what I won't show

I was tired of the same old drag

Same old chains, same old ache

Then you lit up that broken match

And I felt the floorboard shake

Split the chain, split the chain

Burn it down and say my name

Split the chain, split the chain

I’m not your ghost, I’m not your shame

Hands up high, let it ring

We were made to break this thing

Split the chain, split the chain

(split the chain)

Grease on the palms from the workbench mornings

Radio static in a dead-end car

You laughed so hard at the bad news coming

Swore we could outrun our scars

I was tired of the same old drag

Same old lies, same old ache

Then you kicked that locked-back gate

Now the whole night starts to shake

Split the chain, split the chain

Burn it down and say my name

Split the chain, split the chain

I’m not your ghost, I’m not your shame

Hands up high, let it ring

We were made to break this thing

Split the chain, split the chain

(split the chain)

Tom drums roll like thunder boots

I can feel it in my bones

Every mark that tied me down

Turns to sparks and flying stones

Take my hand, don’t let go

We go hard, we go loud

Split the chain, split the chain

Burn it down and say my name

Split the chain, split the chain

I’m not your ghost, I’m not your shame

Hands up high, let it ring

We were made to break this thing

Split the chain, split the chain

(split the chain)

Split the chain, split the chain

(split the chain)