We don’t kneel in the fallout dust
We don’t bow when the beams combust
If it breaks, let it break on us
We are the iron choir
(iron choir)
(iron choir)

Cinders in my collar, grit in my grin
Cathedral made of rivets and sin
Cold-blood pulse in a furnace lung
Speak in sparks when my teeth go numb
Hammer to halo, halo to ground
Nothing about this mercy is sound
Bent but vertical, vertical still
Faith ain’t soft — it’s tempered in will

Ash in the rafters, smoke in the wire
Choir in the distance climbing higher

We don’t kneel in the fallout dust
We don’t bow when the beams combust
If it breaks, let it break on us
We are the iron choir
(iron choir)
(iron choir)

Blueprint bones, I fracture clean
Rust on the scripture nobody’s seen
Sanctified noise in a factory hymn
Light leak through every crack in the rim
Pressure’s a pastor with steel-toed boots
Preach from the floor where the concrete roots
No absolution in polished chrome
Just spine and spark and a voice like stone

If the roof caves in — let it
If the walls fall down — let it
We don’t need stained glass
We don’t need crowns

We don’t kneel in the fallout dust
We don’t bow when the beams combust
If it breaks, let it break on us
We are the iron choir