Bronze: SSD - Intellectual

[Intro]

The creation of kind has an origin gospel screeching to the heavens

The choir waits for no morsel being and the anthem of challenge cries on

But no gospel is made without bronze

And to become the choir, you must first become bronze

(You walk down a road where the devil will meet his apostles who lie)

Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze!

Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronzе! Bronze! Bronze!

[Verse 1]

You walk down a road wherе the devil will meet his apostles who lie

An impulsive metronome bangs deeper without armour

You're a lamb for the slaughterhouse

So without a doubt, take another route

Free from the anarchy and self-debauchery

[Verse 2]

It takes courage to admit it (Bronze!)

It takes the will of a warrior to fulfil it

For mortal being has a limit (Bronze!)

Collect yourself and barricade

Start an accolade

Take arms and serenade ourselves with renegade

[Pre-Chorus]

You've been cruel to yourself for far too long

But now you've got yourself to thank for the strength of God

[Chorus]

The molten furnace helms beneath the surface

Hold it out like your soul is bleeding

The anvil beating, bringing down the ceiling

Just let it out and you'll find

You are now bronze

[Post-Chorus]

Bronze! Bronze! Bronze! Bronze!

[Verse 3]

You walk down a cold set of stairs and you meet with the cost of reprise

A repulsive catacomb beats harder than sin

There's no win before the scars come to life

[Verse 4]

It takes eyes to believe it (Bronze!)

It takes the chains on the floor to make you all quit it

For mortal soul has to win it (Bronze!)

Deprive the source from cavalcades

Don't let them open gates

Locked out of tyranny, fortified by alchemy

[Chorus]

The molten furnace helms beneath the surface

Hold it out like your soul is bleeding

The anvil beating, bringing down the ceiling

Just let it out and you'll find

You are now bronze

The curtains fading, the dark has been invaded

You've buried underneath for far too long

So push back harder, make them holy martyr

They see the day you will find

You are now bronze

[Bridge]

The chest pumps, climbing a crevasse down the hole with a fire inside

To rebuild, broken by the hills, waiting on the ones who lied

And to think they thought they had you on the ground

But I believe they're far too high in the sky

Talking ass doomed to die

You're swallowed whole by the dawn

You broke your skin for too long

We carve the scars of your past into bronze