Hold To The Iron

There's a static humming in the kitchen light
While the old man's shaking in the middle of the night
The seeds they planted started growing wild
Now the hand that feeds is struck by its own child

Foundations rattle and the floorboards groan
In a house of timber where the trust has flown
Oh, the compass is spinning in the dead of the day
And the things that we value are turning to gray

When the hollow is heavy and the gold is a ghost
You hold to the iron that matters the most
Keep your feet on the gravel where the path is still thin
Before the inversion lets the darkness in

Before the inversion lets the darkness in
The blue lights flickered and they backed away
Fearing the shadow more than the light of the day
Justice is walking with a blindfold of glass

Watching the thieves and the liars all pass
While the ink-stained fingers weave a tangled web
Watching the truth and the mercy both ebb
The truth and the mercy both ebb

Oh, the compass is spinning in the dead of the day
And the things that we value are turning to gray
When the hollow is heavy and the gold is a ghost
You hold to the iron that matters the most

Keep your feet on the gravel where the path is still thin
Before the inversion lets the darkness in
Before the inversion lets the darkness in
The wires are crossed and the signals are dead

It's a hollow world where the lies are fed
But there's a flicker of a candle in the palm of my hand
Standing like a stone in a shifting sand
Keep the silver, thirty pieces, keep the soul

And the broken pieces try to make you whole
Oh, the compass is spinning in the dead of the day
And the things that we value are turning to gray
When the hollow is heavy and the gold is a ghost

You hold to the iron that matters the most
Keep your feet on the gravel where the path is still thin
Before the inversion lets the darkness in
Before the inversion lets the darkness in

Hold your ground
Yeah, hold your ground
In the tangled web
Just a flicker of light