This ain't a hymn for the half-alive No whispered plea from those who just survive I refuse to fade to background noise My battle cry will shake the void For every soul who held the line Through bloodied knuckles and fractured spines The road gets steep, the night gets long But forged steel sings its loudest song This is my fire! (No second chances left) I'll burn bright or burn out! (No room for half-lived steps) My heart's a wildcard highway! (Sinatra's ghost approves) I'll crash and burn my own way! (With nothing left to lose) For all the rebels who own their scars Who built their castles from broken bars When luck plays dead and fate turns cold You carve your name in liquid gold When the wolves come calling—stand! When the earth starts shaking—plant! When they scream you'll never —laugh! And light your funeral pyre For every soul who held the line Through bloodied knuckles and fractured spines The road gets steep, the night gets long But forged steel sings its loudest song This is my fire! (No second chances left) I'll burn bright or burn out! (No room for half-lived steps) My heart's a wildcard highway! (Sinatra's ghost approves) I'll crash and burn my own way! (With nothing left to lose) This is my fire! (No second chances left) I'll burn bright or burn out! (No room for half-lived steps) My soul's an open freeway! (The old man got it right) I'll wreck and rise my own way! (In supernova light)