Red on the rafters
Nobody move

Heat on the hinge, light leak under the door
Dust in my drink, old blood in the floor
Chain on the beam, slow swing in the red
I heard the room breathe like it wanted me dead

Smoke in the throat, cold ring in the glass
Saints on the wall, all blackened to ash
I quit asking clean things to survive
I came for the part where the dead nerves light

Make a halo rust
Make a halo rust
Put it in the fire long enough, it tells the truth
Make a halo rust

No silver left, no shine to trust
Just what stays hard when the gold gives up
If it wants my name, let it come through dust
Make a halo rust

Boot in the soot, ash line over the tongue
Low amp moan where the hot pipes hum
Bent little prayer with a blade in its grin
I don’t wear white — I let the dark sink in

Torch in the grate, sparks spit from the seam
Crack in the brick, split right through the dream
Whole damn faith went thin in the heat
Still I stood there while the iron learned me

Let it peel
Let it stain
Let the holy lose its shape
What remains
Ain’t pretty
That don’t mean it ain’t sacred

Make a halo rust
Make a halo rust
Put it in the fire long enough, it tells the truth
Make a halo rust

No silver left, no shine to trust
Just what stays hard when the gold gives up
If it wants my name, let it come through dust
Make a halo rust

I was never made for spotless light
I was made to hold through a harder night
So let the furnace kiss what I once called grace
If it falls apart, it was fake in the first place

Make a halo rust
Make a halo rust
Put it in the fire long enough, it tells the truth
Make a halo rust

No silver left, no shine to trust
Just what stays hard when the gold gives up
If it wants my name, let it come through dust
Make a halo rust

Rust
Tell the truth
Rust