Iron Core

Boots print circles
Around this war in my head
Eyes burn silver
You paint the whole skyline red
Your name on my lips
Tastes like rust
Tastes like war
Every breath you take
Drags me back to the core, the iron core

Pullin' me, pullin' me, down (down, down)
I beg for more
Burn it right into the ground (ground, ground)

I can't run from my body is aching for
You turn my heart to

Iron
Iron core

Gold coins falling
On marble stained with regret
You dance ruthless
Every step a silent threat
Hands draw circles
On my skin like sacred lore
Hear my promise
I will guard this iron core

Call my name in a language
That I swore I'd forget
Every note like a knife-tip
Tracing lines of our debt

Spin me faster
Wrap me tighter
Till I can't tell what is yours
What is mine
What is pain
What is iron in this core

Iron
Iron core