Текст песни
Dark heavy bass synth, dusty tape hiss
Yeah, Memphis style
Looking past the iron doors
Dust to dust, steel to steel
Concrete walls and rusty chains, counting down the heavy days
Shadows falling on the floor in a cold and dark embrace
People walking outside free, never looking at the gate
Thinking they could never fall, trading places with this fate
Some are broken by the dark, fading out into the dirt
Turned to ashes by the time, overcome by all the hurt
Every day a brutal test, try to keep your spirit whole
When the world has locked you out, losing track of time and soul
Trash discarded in the cold, left behind to fade and rot
Some will wither in the dark, lose the battle that they fought
But the gold inside the deep never rusted in the rain
Noble metals keep their shine through the fire and the pain
Iron bars can hold the frame, cannot break the golden core
Noble spirits standing strong when they sweep you off the floor
Tape hiss floating in the night, heavy 808s that knock
Watching every shadow shift on the dial of the clock
Never judge a fallen soul, fate can turn a sudden wheel
Yesterday you had it all, now you're faced with hard cold steel
Pure material survives, let the outer shell decay
Holding onto who you are till you see the light of day
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