Boots print circles Around this war in my head Eyes burn silver You paint the whole skyline red Your name on my lips Tastes like rust Tastes like war Every breath you take Drags me back to the core, the iron core Pullin' me, pullin' me, down (down, down) I beg for more Burn it right into the ground (ground, ground) I can't run from my body is aching for You turn my heart to Iron Iron core Gold coins falling On marble stained with regret You dance ruthless Every step a silent threat Hands draw circles On my skin like sacred lore Hear my promise I will guard this iron core Call my name in a language That I swore I'd forget Every note like a knife-tip Tracing lines of our debt Spin me faster Wrap me tighter Till I can't tell what is yours What is mine What is pain What is iron in this core Iron Iron core