[Verse] Bottle in hand and ink in my veins, Every word I spit is a blade in the chains. The room’s full of ghosts and the silence screams, But I’m the storm in these hollow dreams. [Pre-Chorus] They said I’d break, said my fire would fade, But I write my truth in the blood on the blade. [Chorus] I’m the poet with a pistol in my throat! Every line I sing burns the lies I’ve bought! You want a saint? I’m the devil with a verse! I rhyme through the darkness—watch my demons curse! I’m the poet with a pistol in my throat! This barroom’s my pulpit, and I’ve got no more to lose— I’ve got no more to lose! [Verse] Flicker of flame in the stained-glass eye, I chant my sins like a prayer to the sky. The whiskey’s thick, but my soul’s on fire, And every barstool’s a monument to the liar. [Pre-Chorus] They said I’d drown, said my voice would die, But I scream my name through the silence and the lie. [Chorus] I’m the poet with a pistol in my throat! Every line I sing burns the lies I’ve bought! You want a saint? I’m the devil with a verse! I rhyme through the darkness—watch my demons curse! I’m the poet with a pistol in my throat! This barroom’s my pulpit, and I’ve got no more to lose— I’ve got no more to lose! [Bridge] So raise your glass to the ones who’ve lost their names, To the souls that broke and still sing their flames. I’ll sing until my voice becomes the wound, And every line I write will be my last—my crown! [Chorus] I’m the poet with a pistol in my throat! Every line I sing burns the lies I’ve bought! You want a saint? I’m the devil with a verse! I rhyme through the darkness—watch my demons curse! I’m the poet with a pistol in my throat! This barroom’s my pulpit, and I’ve got no more to lose— I’ve got no more to lose! [Outro] No more to lose… No more to lose… No more to lose… (Pistol in my throat—singing through the blaze.)