Iron Tongue Gospel

Knuckles on the wood

Thumb smack dead string thud

Breath in my teeth

Jaw full of blood

Rust on my halo

Teeth like a chain link

Prayers in a payphone

Talk until the line kink

Boot prints steel grate

Step like a drill bit

Fear is a small taste

Spit when i feel it

Heart like a locked safe

Code in my rib cage

Ink on a torn page

Set for the big blaze

You want a soft word

Wrong kind of sermon

I came to bend clocks

Grind through the sermon

Every scar in my skin that is a barcode

They tried to ring me up cheap got the arm broke

I turned every cold eye to a hard oath

Every dark road carved it in charcoal

This is iron tongue gospel

Every syllable shrapnel

I don't bow i don't grovel

I bite back through the gravel

Let the war in my chest

Beat a hole in the wall hey

If you came here to rest

You misread the call

Iron tongue gospel

Cut deep then it dazzle

If it hurts when it hit

That's the point of the anvil

City in my jawline

Grind until the fuse pop

Hands built of fault lines

Snap when the truth drop

Eyes like a floodlight

Blaze through the smoke screen

You still in love with

The mask and the old dream

I have been in back rooms

Wire and bare brick

Where every last wish

Dies on a gear shift

Carve my name in the guardrail

Grip on the raw nail

I am not here for a calm tale

I'm the storm in a small cell

Every sit down hit me as a dare though

Turned every dead end to a scarecrow

Hung up my fear let the crows pick the marrow

Now my pulse kick sharp like an arrow