Track 11 – Hobo Heart
Intro
…the weather in my chest…
…a silent, waiting ache…
Verse 1
I drank the dark like water. I wore the cold as skin.
Saw an angel in the rubble with a safety-pin grin.
She promised me a kingdom from the splinters and the nails.
I built a house of wanting on a foundation that fails.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, the lie was so pretty. A perfect, gilded shame.
A scripture made of gossip. She whispered my own name.
Chorus
AND I AM A HOBO HEART!
A FIRE IN THE FREEZE!
AND I AM A TORN-APART!
MAP OF MY DISEASE!
From the ASHES OF THE SAINT,
I lick my BITTER GOLD.
A PHOENIX IN THE NOISE,
A story FROZEN, SOLD.
[Verse 2]
You were the flood in the basement. The rot inside the rose.
The debt I couldn’t cancel. The chill that never goes.
You took my love’s blueprints and you burned them for the heat.
Left me with the phantom of my own heartbeat.
Pre-Chorus
Your victory was a poison in a sweet, communion glass.
A calculated mercy as you watched the minutes pass.
Chorus
AND I AM A HOBO HEART!
A SCAR THAT WON’T CONCEAL!
AND I AM A TORN-APART!
WOUND THAT REFUSES TO HEAL!
From the ASHES OF THE SAINT,
I claw my BITTER GOLD.
A PHOENIX IN THE NOISE,
A story SHATTERED. TOLD.
Bridge
The storm… wasn’t weather.
The prison… wasn’t steel.
The only way out