
Heavy Iron Doors
industrial nu metal, trap metal crossover, 162 BPM, guttural male chants, detuned 7-string chugs, glitch guitar stabs, distorted bass synth, machine room kick, snapped snare rimshots, stutter edit fills, kotsuzumi hits, handclap locks, plate reverb, parallel compression, sub drop impact, breakneck halftime switch, arena gang vocals, dark synthwave lead, maximum intensity opener

Heavy Iron Doors
industrial nu metal, trap metal crossover, 162 BPM, guttural male chants, detuned 7-string chugs, glitch guitar stabs, distorted bass synth, machine room kick, snapped snare rimshots, stutter edit fills, kotsuzumi hits, handclap locks, plate reverb, parallel compression, sub drop impact, breakneck halftime switch, arena gang vocals, dark synthwave lead, maximum intensity opener
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Sit down in the corner where the light doesn't reach
I’ve got a story that no one can teach
I’ll tell you about the night I let go
If you tell me the things that you don't want to know.
Verse 2:
A memory for a memory, a scar for a scar
We’re counting the miles and we’re counting the far
I’ll give you my silence if you give me yours
As we open up all of these heavy iron doors.
Chorus:
We’re trading secrets like they’re pieces of glass
Watching the shadows of the centuries pass
It’s the highest of prices, the deepest of costs
Finding the pieces of the things that we lost.
Verse 3:
I’ll give you the name of the girl from the spring
The one who I promised a diamond and ring
You give me the reason you can't stay in one place
And the fear that I see on the lines of your face.
Bridge:
This isn't for profit, this isn't for gain
It’s just how we weather the wind and the rain
To be truly known is a terrifying trade
But it’s the only way that a friendship is made.
Verse 4:
Now the bottle is empty and the sun’s coming up
We’ve drained all the truth from the bottom of the cup
I’m lighter than air now the secrets are free
Thank you for bartering your spirit with me.
Chorus:
We’re trading secrets like they’re pieces of glass
Watching the shadows of the centuries pass
It’s the highest of prices, the deepest of costs
Finding the pieces of the things that we lost.
