Chrome-Lined Coffin

[Verse 1]
Rust on my teeth
Blood in the keyhole
Kick in the door
Of my own hellhole
Cold neon dawn
Burns through the blackout
Fists full of nails
I’m laughing my lungs out (hey!)
[Chorus]
Chrome-lined coffin
Racing down a dead-end street
I keep coughing
On the lies I love to breathe
Gasoline gospel
Tattooed on my rotting skin
Chrome-lined coffin
Hit the wall and crawl again
[Verse 2]
Spit in the mirror
Cracks make a halo
Saint of the sleepless
Baptized in drain flow
Cheap wired halo
Hums like a hive mind
I feed the hunger
Chew on the landmines (woah)
[Chorus]
Chrome-lined coffin
Racing down a dead-end street
I keep coughing
On the lies I love to breathe
Gasoline gospel
Tattooed on my rotting skin
Chrome-lined coffin
Hit the wall and crawl again
[Bridge]
[Half-time stomp
Siren-like lead and distorted synth swells]
I am the choke in your first breath
I am the joke at your own death
Drag me
Bag me
Throw me in
I scratch the steel
I rust
I grin (yeah)
[Chorus]
Chrome-lined coffin
Racing down a dead-end street
I keep coughing
On the lies I love to breathe
Gasoline gospel
Tattooed on my rotting skin
Chrome-lined coffin
Hit the wall and crawl again (again, again)

rock, Hybrid of Swedish-style melodic death and grimy garage punk; tremolo twin-guitars over blast-heavy drums, fuzzed-out bass, and snarling electro glitches. Verses sit in a frantic d-beat pocket with raw male growl; chorus widens with gang shouts and a dissonant lead hook. Bridge drops to half-time stomp with synth stabs before a final all-out sprint., melodic death metal, garage punk, electro, swedish metal, death metal, punk