Choosing the fire with your eyes open.
Written as our morals started slipping. It asks what happens when we stop resisting our nature and choose the price with open eyes. It is seductive, self-aware, and scorched at the edges.
You said the rules were meant to bend
That pride would take us past the end
I wore the smoke like tailored skin
And grinned as heat crept up my chin
You offered flame, I brought the grin
The crowd went still, they felt me win
I didn’t flinch, I struck the steel
No act, no trick, just done deal
Right to hell, and I made it mine
No king, no creed, no grand design
Right to hell, hungry and naked
Ran it hot and never braked
Right to hell, no fear, no plea
Skin like gold and eyes on me
Right to hell, no drag, no doubt
Hit the lights and let it be
They call it lost, I call it light
The kind that hums alone at night
I cut the cord with steady hands
It wasn’t rage, it met demands
I’m not above, I just won’t kneel
There’s nothing fake in what I feel
We all go down, I just let go
And found the silence I can show
Right to hell, and I made it mine
No king, no creed, no grand design
Right to hell, in the blaze I made
Split the dark and kissed the blade
Right to hell, I fought, I won
The throne was fire, and I stayed on
Right to hell, no end, no flame
Just what I came for, just my name
The silence didn’t bring relief
Just voices mouthing my belief
They begged like gods, they burned like wine
And tasted sweet, until they twined
I thought I led, but I was fed
By angles etched inside my head
The fire spoke in tongues I knew
And every word just led me through
Right to hell, the crown, the flame
Just a name
Right to hell, no one to blame
Just a name
Right to hell, no light, no shame
All I burned for, just my name
Right to hell, and I made it mine
No king, no creed, no grand design
Right to hell, hungry and naked
Ran it hot and never braked
Right to hell, I thought I'd won
The throne was fire, and I stayed on
Right to hell, no end, no flame
Just what I came for. Just my name
Just my name
You played the part, you wore it bold
The grin, the crown, the script you sold
But now the room begins to clear,
No fire left. Just you. Still here.
Rock Anthem · No excuses · Faustian