[Verse] Thunder in my chest, the stage is ash and flame, I hear the echoes calling through the smoke and name. Fingers on the skins, I strike the ghostly beat, Every drum a memory, every rhythm sweet. [Pre-Chorus] They’re rising from the floor, a choir of silent hands, A living thunder that the world had buried, planned— But I’m still here, with fire in my eyes, And the dead are chanting through the skies. [Chorus] I heard the applause from the dead! A thousand souls in perfect tread! Blood on the sticks, and thunder in my veins— The world forgot, but they remember me again! I heard the applause from the dead! A symphony of those who bled! No grave can hold what rhythm made— I’m the thunder that the dead have played! [Verse] Cinco years of silence, rusted cymbals fall, But the rhythm never died—it was born to call. I hear them in the silence, in the pulse of night, They're marching with my heartbeat, burning through the light. [Pre-Chorus] The floor is shaking, not from earth but soul, A legacy that none could make whole— But I am whole, with fire in my chest, And the dead are screaming, “You’re the best!” [Chorus] I heard the applause from the dead! A thousand souls in perfect tread! Blood on the sticks, and thunder in my veins— The world forgot, but they remember me again! I heard the applause from the dead! A symphony of those who bled! No grave can hold what rhythm made— I’m the thunder that the dead have played! [Bridge] You thought they vanished, shadows in the dust— But every beat I strike, they stand and trust! Not ghosts, but glory—etched in drum and flame, I’m the pulse they prayed for, the name they claimed! You can bury bodies, but not the sound— I’m the thunder they still sing around! [Chorus] I heard the applause from the dead! A thousand souls in perfect tread! Blood on the sticks, and thunder in my veins— The world forgot, but they remember me again! I heard the applause from the dead! A symphony of those who bled! No grave can hold what rhythm made— I’m the thunder that the dead have played! [Outro] I heard the applause from the dead… (They’re still dancing in the drum) I heard the applause from the dead… (They still beat with me) I heard the applause… (Thunder in the air) I heard the applause… (Going everywhere)