[Verse] Gold on my wrist, cold floor like ice, You said this place had soul, now it's just a prison of silence. I flick my finger—light hits the glass, You smirk, "Still shining, even in the dark." [Pre-Chorus] No coat, no heat, but we still run, Fingers trace the edge where the world feels thin. You say, "It’s mine," I say, "It’s ours," And the chain hangs loose, but it’s still on the power. [Chorus] Gleamin’ in the void, no fire, no flame, Cold walls don’t hold us—just the same. We don’t need warmth when the rhythm burns, We shine with teeth, and we play with turns. Gleamin’, gleamin’, like we’re born to steal, Even in the frozen, we still make the deal. Gleamin’, gleamin’, yeah, we don’t care, Two kings in a cellar with no one there. [Verse] You nod slow, I roll my eyes, But the time we wasted, it don’t count as lies. We count the seconds like they're cash, Each beat a gun, each breath a flash. Your voice low, I cut the air, We don’t need heat, just the sound of us there. [Pre-Chorus] No coat, no heat, but we still run, Fingers trace the edge where the world feels thin. You say, "It’s mine," I say, "It’s ours," And the chain hangs loose, but it’s still on the power. [Chorus] Gleamin’ in the void, no fire, no flame, Cold walls don’t hold us—just the same. We don’t need warmth when the rhythm burns, We shine with teeth, and we play with turns. Gleamin’, gleamin’, like we’re born to steal, Even in the frozen, we still make the deal. Gleamin’, gleamin’, yeah, we don’t care, Two kings in a cellar with no one there. [Bridge] You breathe loud, I breathe sharp, Two shadows dancing, no need to chart. No map, no key, just the weight of this ring— We don’t know where we’re goin’, but we’re goin’ in. The heat’s a lie, the warmth’s a dream, But we’re real, and we’re real, and we’re real. [Chorus] Gleamin’ in the void, no fire, no flame, Cold walls don’t hold us—just the same. We don’t need warmth when the rhythm burns, We shine with teeth, and we play with turns. Gleamin’, gleamin’, like we’re born to steal, Even in the frozen, we still make the deal. Gleamin’, gleamin’, yeah, we don’t care, Two kings in a cellar with no one there. [Outro] Gleamin’, gleamin’, gleamin’… No heat, no soul, just the pulse. Gleamin’… Yeah.