Rust on My Halo

[Verse 1]
Boot prints burned in the factory dust
Clock on the wall keeps spitting out rust
Hands full of scars
Pockets full of smoke
Laugh so hard at this heavy joke
[Chorus]
Got rust on my halo
Oil on my crown
Engine in my chest keeps breaking down
I’m a half-dead saint in a secondhand coat
Screaming hallelujah with a cracked-up throat (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Steel-toe sins on a one-way track
Sirens sing while they stab my back
Ash in my lungs
Gravel in my grin
Every door locked
I kick my way in (hey!)
[Chorus]
Got rust on my halo
Oil on my crown
Engine in my chest keeps breaking down
I’m a half-dead saint in a secondhand coat
Screaming hallelujah with a cracked-up throat
[Bridge]
You can chain these boots
But the soul won’t drag
You can tape my mouth
But I’ll bleed this flag
Black coffee heart
And a barroom prayer
If the sky falls down
I’ll be standing there (standing there)
[Chorus]
Got rust on my halo
Oil on my crown
Engine in my chest keeps breaking down
I’m a half-dead saint in a secondhand coat
Screaming hallelujah with a cracked-up throat
[Outro]
Rust on my halo
Still I rise slow
Step after step
Through the smoke I go

rock, Slow-grind hybrid of swampy blues-rock and industrial metal at 90 BPM. Male vocals, ragged and defiant, over a stomping kick, trashy snare, and distorted bass. Verse guitars stay dry and smoky with roomy drums and subtle metallic textures; chorus explodes with huge detuned power chords, mechanical percussive hits, and gang shouts. Bridge dives into a grinding riff and filtered vocal, then slams back into the final hook with stacked harmonies and a dragged, headbanging groove., hard rock, industrial metal, blues