[Intro]
Rust in the wires.
Smoke in the throat.
Four shadows breathing
Where the dead lights glow.
Strike one match.
Let it crawl.
If we burn,
We burn it all.
[Verse 1]
We came from the basements where the ceiling leaks,
Where the broken kids learn how the floorboards speak.
No silver record, no holy sign,
Just a cracked-up dream and a borrowed line.
The amps were dying, the room was small,
But the walls shook hard when we gave it all.
Every bad night, every cheap shot thrown,
Turned into thunder we could call our own.
[Pre-Chorus]
We were never meant to shine,
We were made to catch.
Black smoke in our lungs,
Fire in the match.
[Chorus]
Ashrot!
Born from the burn!
Ashrot!
Let the dead world learn!
We are the noise beneath the skin,
The dirty hymn, the bitter grin.
Ashrot!
Rot to the root!
Ashrot!
Still breaking through!
If the ashes fall, let the speakers scream,
We are the wreckage with a living dream!
[Verse 2]
There’s blood on the strings and sweat on the keys,
Drums hit hard like a warning disease.
Bassline crawls through the ribs of the room,
Guitar cuts sharp like a blade in bloom.
We didn’t come clean, we didn’t come bright,
We came like dogs from the edge of night.
Every throat that was told to close,
Found a voice where the black fire rose.
[Pre-Chorus]
We were never built for gold,
We were built for scars.
Dragging hell through the speakers,
Reaching for the stars.
[Chorus]
Ashrot!
Born from the burn!
Ashrot!
Let the dead world learn!
We are the noise beneath the skin,
The dirty hymn, the bitter grin.
Ashrot!
Rot to the root!
Ashrot!
Still breaking through!
If the ashes fall, let the speakers scream,
We are the wreckage with a living dream!
[Bridge]
Call us wrong.
Call us lost.
Call us dirt.
Count the cost.
We are teeth.
We are sound.
We are smoke
That won’t stay down.
No crown.
No cure.
No clean escape.
Just four hearts beating
Till the whole floor shakes.
[Breakdown]
Ash to ash.
Rot to root.
Kick the grave.
Break the boot.
Ash to ash.
Rot to bone.
We were never dead—
Just left alone.
[Final Chorus]
Ashrot!
Born from the burn!
Ashrot!
Let the dead world learn!
We are the noise beneath the skin,
The dirty hymn, the bitter grin.
Ashrot!
Rot to the root!
Ashrot!
Still breaking through!
If the ashes fall, let the speakers scream,
We are the wreckage with a living dream!
[Outro]
Rust in the wires.
Smoke in the throat.
Four shadows rising
Where the dead lights glow.
Strike one match.
Let it crawl.
If we burn,
We burn it all.
