Buried him at sunrise

Didn't bring no flowers

At the whole damn night

Counting up my hours

Discipline is the prayer

I whisper through my teeth

Focus is the blade

I keep beneath the sheath

No distractions

No soft little sin

Sacrifice the noise

Sacrifice the kid who

Mistook ache for joys

Had a funeral last Tuesday

Buried all that rust and walk away

No looking back

No sympathy

He dies in the dark or

He wins in the light

There's no third door

There's no other rite

Walk past the old block

They don't see

Same shadow, but

They lost the key

It ain't thunder

It ain't the storm

It's the funeral I threw

For the boy in the tomb

Had a funeral last Tuesday

Buried all that rust and walk away

No looking back

No sympathy

He dies in the dark or

He wins in the light

There's no third door

There's no other rite

Had a funeral last Tuesday

Buried all that rust and walk away

No looking back

No sympathy

He dies in the dark or

He wins in the light

There's no third door

There's no other rite

Start it all again

But this time — no static

Only the discipline

Wanna meet the better version?

Dig the grave with your own two hands

Salt it, seal it

Don't look back

Otherwise, he rises through the cracks

Otherwise, he answers the phone