(Verse 1)
Under steel skies, the fire glows red,
Welding mask down, but the voices aren’t dead.
Arc light flickers like the pulse in my head,
Dreams full of rust and the things I’ve bled.
Metal screams louder than my own mind,
Masking the hate I can’t leave behind.
Molten rage in a silver stream,
What’s real, what’s not, and what’s in between?
(Pre-Chorus)
I smell the smoke of a soul decayed,
Buried in sparks where the guilt’s been laid.
They don’t see the cracks in my calm facade,
But I’m welding a coffin from this iron god.
(Chorus)
Strike the arc, let the shadows crawl,
Heat of the torch, I’ll burn it all.
Dark thoughts hiss like acetylene,
I dream of blood in gasoline.
This mask hides more than scars and grime—
I’m building death one inch at a time.
(Verse 2)
Blueprints drawn in charcoal sin,
Stitches of fire trace death within.
Gloves can’t hold back the tremble tonight,
The hammer of madness swings just right.
Grinding metal like grinding teeth,
Digging a hole so far beneath.
I whisper names in a furnace breath,
Welding regret into perfect death.
(Pre-Chorus)
Pressure builds with every spark,
This shop’s a church, and I’m its dark.
Sanctified in steel and flame,
Each weld another twisted name.
(Chorus)
Strike the arc, let the shadows crawl,
Heat of the torch, I’ll burn it all.
Dark thoughts hiss like acetylene,
I dream of blood in gasoline.
This mask hides more than scars and grime—
I’m building death one inch at a time.
(Bridge – Spoken)
You think I’m just a man with tools…
But even angels bleed in welding schools.
Every torch can be a blade,
Every weld a shallow grave…
(Breakdown – Screamed/Distorted)
Burn. The. Lies.
Spark. The. End.
Let. Me. Cleanse. What. I. Can’t. Mend.
(Final Chorus – Slowed and Echoed)
Strike the arc… let the silence fall…
Ashes whisper through the metal wall.
Dark thoughts hiss like acetylene,
I dream of blood in gasoline.
This mask, my face—now one, aligned—
I built my end… one inch at a time.
WhiteRhino
