Molten Voice

[Verse 1]
They called it sacred stillness, a church of hushed-up grace,
But I brought the factory rumble, etched upon my face.
Felt the brittle silence, like iron long gone cold,
But my blood runs molten, a story to be told.

[Chorus]
I ain't gonna temper down this molten voice,
Gonna make some noise, by my own damn choice.
Let the echoes shatter, let the foundations shake,
This is the sound my ancestors make!

[Verse 2]
From the grit of Kensington, where old brick houses lean,
I learned to forge my spirit, saw what courage means.
Heard the distant freight train, a rumble in the night,
Knew that silent struggle was still burning bright.

[Chorus]
I ain't gonna temper down this molten voice,
Gonna make some noise, by my own damn choice.
Let the echoes shatter, let the foundations shake,
This is the sound my ancestors make!

[Bridge]
Some might call it reckless, a crude and jarring sound,
But it’s the honest clang of living, on this hallowed ground.
It's the marrow of my making, the fire in the ore,
Hear it rise, forevermore!

[Outro]
Hear the whistle blowing, a defiant, rising roar.
No more quiet, forevermore!