Carved in Frost

Concrete vase, post with the weight of the loss Glock with the secrets that the wind can't exhaust From the corner where the fiends pray to a ghost Who's to call my name in the frost, be the ultimate cost Riding circle like wolves in the fog of the dawn One slip and the trigger's on, blaze on Mama's tears stain the floorboards we ignore But the streets call out instead of love we score Sliding through alleys where the echoes scream Bullets dance like rain in a fever dream Loyalty's a blade that cuts both ways Friends turn foes in the haze of the blaze hunt Heavy as the chain around my neck Every breath a bet against the reaper's deck We rise from the ruins fist clenched tight In this warzone, whom we own the fight Drill deep, feel the bass shake your soul Ominous nights where the lost lose control High hats rattle like chains on the run Violence whispers, son, this ain't done Streetlight grips, no escape from the grip Blood on the bridge let the sirens rip We slide we glide through the dark and the pain In this trap of fate, we break every chain Phantom rides creep slow under sodium glow Eyes locked on the prize, hearts cold as the snow Betrayals, a kiss from a serpent In disguise, one wrong turn And the reaper claims the prize Pockets echo empty, but the clip stays full Hunger for power pulls us into the pool Since we four brothers buried too soon Under the moon, where the violence toon Rapid fire thoughts and a mind full of scars Legend has started, fall like shooting cards From the trap house haze to the graveyard shift We navigate the maze with a murderous gift Emotions buried deep like the bodies we hide But the pain rises slow like the incoming tide No heroes here, just survivors in spite Call it through the chaos, all in the night Drill deep, feel the bass shake your soul Ominous nights where the lost lose control High hats rattle like chains on the run Violence whispers, son, this ain't done Streetlight grips, no escape from the grip Blood on the bridge let the sirens rip We slide we glide through the dark and the pain In this trap of fate, we break every chain Yeah, we drill deep Yeah, we drill deep What's the cost of this crown made of thorns? Echoes of laughter turn to mournful horns One more block, one more spark in the dark hearts While we stand on board in the storm's cruel art Final slide through the mist where the memories bleed Ghosts of the fallen plant a violent seed No redemption arc in this script rewrite Just raw survival under flickering light Adrenaline surges like venom in veins Watching with the inner innocence breaking the chains From cradle to the grave in the blink of an eye We defy the decay reach for the sky But the pull drags us back to the edge of the void Where emotions ignite and the innocence destroyed Nobody justice, nah, just a speech Cruel jazz symphony, we let demons impress Yeah, we drill deep Yeah, we drill deep Yeah, we drill deep