Verse 1

Clock on the wall keeps dragging its chain

Grey little kingdom, fluorescent rain

I’ve been nodding through orders, biting my tongue

But the frost on the window is calling me home

Pre-Chorus

And the streets hum low with a rumble I know

Feels like the city’s about to let go

Chorus

Light up the pines, I’m done with the grind

No more bending my back just to tow the line

Snow on my boots, but there’s heat in my chest

Christmas is here, and I’m claiming the rest

Raise up a toast to the year that I’ve burned

The next one is mine—my turn to return

Verse 2

I’ve carried their deadlines, stitched up their seams

Watched my own heartbeat fall out of the frame

But the bells on the corner are shaking the air

And the truth hits sharp: I don’t need their throne or their chair

Pre-Chorus

Let the roar outside drown the smallness in here

I’m carving my map past the edges of fear

Chorus

Light up the pines, I’m done with the grind

No more bending my back just to tow the line

Snow on my boots, but there’s heat in my chest

Christmas is here, and I’m claiming the rest

Raise up a toast to the year that I’ve burned

The next one is mine—my turn to return

Bridge

No epiphany, no guiding star

Just a match in my pocket and a beat-up guitar

If freedom has a cost, I’ll pay in full

I’m done shrinking down to keep their kingdom full

Final Chorus

Light up the pines, I’m cutting the ties

New year’s rising like a flare in the sky

I’ll follow the spark, whatever it takes

A life of my own, built out of the breaks

Raise up a toast—yeah, the tables will turn

The next one is mine, and I’m letting it burn