The Second Witness - The Dull Glow (Part III)

#TheSecondWitness #metal #metalcore #numetal #heavymetal #popmetal #femalevocals #truthhurts #introspection #lookwithin #empowerment #wearepowerful #bigvocals #thedullglow #butterfly #halo The Dull Glow is where the bitter truth of Poisoned Halo and the stubborn hope of Beneath the Gold finally stop fighting and learn to coexist—one hand holding gasoline, the other holding grace. It doesn't choose between clawing through the dream and loving till you bleed; it insists you need both, welded together, to build something that actually holds. Lyrics: Dull golden halo / tilted on my head Half of it is poison / Half refuses death! I count them as they exit while the pressure comes down Watching petty little virtues crawl out of town Everybody had a sermon, nobody had hands Just a mouth full of mercy and a five-step plan I mistook every pause for a white flag raised Called the tired ones weak from my own locked cage I was sharpening my hope into something that stung But little did I realize the damage that was done Then I saw someone fall and come back with a bloody face Herd a cracked voice laugh through busted teeth Not clean, not brave, not shining above JUST STUBBORN ENOUGH! Under the Dull Gold, we still Glow Bent out of shape but refusing to fold I was the bud, you were the bloom Now we're butterflies SHEDDING THE COCOON If faith turns rust in our hands We build it again, we build it again Call it a curse, call it grace, I don’t know But something still grows under the Dull Gold You said, "DON'T QUIT" like we never get tired I said, “EASE UP” like effort’s not required We were both half-right and completely cruel / Throwing good advice like a broken tool You brought soft words, I brought GASOLINE You saw a person where I saw a machine I wanted proof that the world could improve You wanted room for the wounded to move! So here is the work! Not sacred, not clean! Hands in the wreckage! CLAWS IN THE DREAM! No more halos polished for show! No more faith as a hollow tone! If hope is a blister, let it weep! If love is a labor, then love till' you bleed! LOVE TILL' YOU BLEED! CLAW THROUGH THE DREAM! LOVE TILL' YOU BLEED! CLAW THROUGH THE DREAM! I don’t trust the gloss, I trust the grit in the seam— The crack where the light gets stuck, between the split in the beam You don’t have to be whole to carry the spark, You just have to show up and trudge through the dark. Under the dull gold, we still glow Bent out of shape but refusing to fold I was the bud, you were the bloom Now we're butterflies SHEDDING THE COCOON If faith turns rust in our hands We build it again, we build it again Call it a curse, call it grace, I don’t know But something still grows under the dull gold (dull gold) Maybe the universe never takes sides Maybe it’s quiet when something inside dies Maybe forgiveness is ugly and late Maybe endurance is decompressed rage... Blurred in the motion, raw and alive / Still dragging the light through the mouth of the night So if the halo bends, let it bend low Close to the dirt where the small roots go... If the gold wears thin - let the bare frame hold Either way, I’ll meet you there (under the Dull Glow) Under the Dull Gold Under the Dull Gold, we still Glow Bent out of shape but refusing to fold I was the bud, you were the bloom Now we're butterflies SHEDDING THE COCOON Shedding the cocoon! We build it again (we build it again) Call it a curse, call it grace- Something still grows - under the Dull Gold! Under the Dull Gold Dull Holden Halo, tilted but it holds Half of it was poison, half became gold... (became gold)