[Intro] House on a fault line Dishes in the sink still shake TV glow on cracked drywall Three hearts wide awake [Verse 1] I clock in, clock out, wear my teeth to dust Boss says "grind," but the gears don't trust Every headline bleeding through my screen again Feels like the sky’s got stitches, won’t hold in the rain Bills on the table like a losing hand Hopes on hold, on mute, on demand I keep pacing that same four feet of floor Got a key in my palm, still no door [Chorus] Little world on fire But I still hold you both in my hands Standing in the wire Getting cut just to feel I still can If the whole thing breaks If it all falls down on me I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll shake To be the man you say you see [Verse 2] She’s scrolling through faces she’ll never meet Perfect smiles, perfect lies, perfect little deceit At the school gate, same stare, same brand names She laughs on cue, but the jokes feel strange Apron on, but her armor’s thin Hides her hurt in a second skin "Do I talk too loud, am I dressed too cheap?" She rehearses every word just to get some sleep [Pre-Chorus] In this town of cardboard saints We’re cracked paint, we’re raw complaints But under all these quiet fights Our hands still find each other in the night [Chorus] Little world on fire But I still hold you both in my hands Standing in the wire Getting cut just to feel I still can If the whole thing breaks If it all falls down on me I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll shake To be the man you say you see [Verse 3] She’s six years small in her oversize shoes Drawing stars on the soles like a secret clue Lunchbox love note, folded three times tight "Daddy, did I do okay? Did I get it right?" Teacher says she’s quiet, "maybe too polite" She keeps her tears tucked behind her bite ‘Cause she heard us whisper rent in the other room Thinks her A plus smile might erase our gloom [Bridge] [ guitars drop to clean; vocal almost spoken ] I see you, kid With your brave little grin and your trembling lid You don't gotta save me You don't gotta tame me You can spill your fear on my tired chest You can be a mess I’ll do the rest (yeah) [Breakdown Rap] World’s torn up, yeah, the seams all show But we stitch with these late-night talks real low I’m rust and regret, I’m a shattered plan Still, your tiny hand fits my busted hand To my wife at the window, eyes red with doubt You’re the reason this house ain’t burning out You twist that ring when you feel too much But you turn this hell into human touch We ain’t rich, but we’re stubborn as stone We plant soft words in the hardest zones Let ‘em laugh, let ‘em judge from their borrowed thrones We build a kingdom out of broken phones [Chorus] Little world on fire But I still hold you both in my hands Standing in the wire Getting cut just to feel I still can If the whole thing breaks If it all falls down on me I’ll bleed, I’ll crawl, I’ll shake To be the man you say you see [Outro] [drums half-speed, guitars ringing out] If the streets cave in, if the sky turns red We’ll still pass jokes around the dinner bread You, my love, my storm, my friend You, my kid, my chaos, my second chance to mend This strange torn-up place can come for me Long as you’re here I’m who I’m meant to be

rap, Hybrid alt-metal and rap, down-tuned guitars over a grinding half-time groove, male vocals switching between intense spitfire verses and soaring, anguished hooks. Thick bass, sharp snare, occasional eerie clean guitar motifs. Choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and a desperate, anthemic lift; final section adds gang vocals and floor-tom thunder for a cathartic climax., world, alternative metal

Little World On Fire