RUSTLINE DEATH - BY MY OWN HAND

RUSTLINE DEATH - BY MY OWN HAND Nu Metal, Pop Rock, Bluegrass, Fiddle, Electric Fiddle, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Soul, Blues, Heavy Metal, Symphonic Rock, Epic Symphonic, Death Metal, Grunge Rock, dynamic melodies, electrifying, hypnotic groove, Dark, Despair, Heavy Grooves, Heavy Drum Fills, progressive metalcore, Thrash Metal, DOOM MUSIC, Drop D Tunning, Screamo Lyrics: BY MY OWN HAND! (Rustline Death / Sludge Groove Metal) [Intro] (A single distorted guitar groans like an old steel bridge.) *CLANG...* *CLANG...* (Hammer on an anvil.) A low voice: "No one carried this weight for me..." "...and no one will carry the next." --- Verse 1 The dirt beneath these fingernails... It ain't from wishful dreams. It's from diggin' through the wreckage Of everything I've seen. I've watched the walls come crashing. I've watched the daylight fade. But every road I'm standing on... Is one I helped to pave. --- Pre-Chorus No silver spoon. No easy road. No borrowed strength... To bear my load. --- Chorus BY MY OWN HAND! I BUILT THIS GROUND! STONE BY STONE— I WOULDN'T BACK DOWN! BY MY OWN HAND! THE FIRE WAS FED! I FOUGHT FOR EVERY STEP AHEAD! --- Verse 2 These scars don't ask forgiveness. These callouses don't lie. Every blister tells a story Of another reason why. The hammer never pitied me. The cold never cared. But every sunrise found me... Still standing there. --- Bridge Steel don't choose the furnace. The tree don't choose the storm. But a man still chooses Who he'll become... When everything goes wrong. So strike the iron! Lift the beam! Build the life You dared to dream! --- Breakdown (The drums fall into a slow, crushing march.) MY... OWN... HAND... (Guitar chugs.) MY... OWN... BLOOD... (Gang vocals join.) NOT GIVEN! EARNED! NOT GIVEN! EARNED! --- Verse 3 When the roof finally held, No one saw the nights I froze. When the harvest filled the table, No one counted what I owed. That's alright. The work remembers. The timber knows my name. Every board still echoes With the sweat that built the frame. --- Final Bridge If these hands grow weak someday... If these shoulders start to bend... I won't measure life By what I kept... I'll measure it By what I helped mend. Because a legacy Ain't carved in marble. It's built in ordinary days... One honest choice... One stubborn step... One life... Given away. --- Final Chorus BY MY OWN HAND! I FACED THE FLAME! I TOOK THE FALL— I ROSE AGAIN! BY MY OWN HAND! I STAND TODAY! NOT BECAUSE THE ROAD WAS KIND... BUT BECAUSE I REFUSED TO WALK AWAY! --- Outro (Everything drops away except a lone acoustic guitar, scarred with string noise and pick scratches.) The vocalist speaks—not growls. "These hands won't last forever." (Long pause.) "So I'll spend what's left of them..." "...building something that does." *One final anvil strike.* *CLANG.* Silence. ©Rustline Records