Chrome Don't Rust, It Just Forgets
TitanChord
Intro
Kneel down. The pump's been dry for years.
Verse 1
A broken Christ hologram in the eaves
Flickers where the neon used to be
His open hand still glows above the pumps
But the wound don't read no more to me
Come sit in the pew I made from a truck seat
Bring what's left of you and I'll begin
They sold you a body that don't bleed
And called the emptiness a way to win
Pre-Chorus
I have washed the deathless clean
I have buried what won't die
Every soul this town rebuilt
Traded weeping for the shine
Chorus
Chrome don't rust, it just forgets
Wears your grief like a borrowed coat
Shines the same the day it forgets her name
And it never once knows what it lost
You can swap the hand, buy a colder one
But not the hand that pulled the gun
Chrome don't rust, it just forgets
Verse 2
Rich man died four times and can't recall
Which face was the one his mother kissed
He uploads a smile to the billboard wall
And forgets there was a thing he missed
I kept my one death like a wedding band
Cold against the bone where it belongs
A conscience is the one thing won't upload
The town can wipe your face, not what you've done
Pre-Chorus
I have washed the deathless clean
I have buried what won't die
Every soul this town rebuilt
Traded weeping for the shine
Chorus
Chrome don't rust, it just forgets
Wears your grief like a borrowed coat
Shines the same the day it forgets her name
And it never once knows what it lost
You can swap the hand, buy a colder one
But not the hand that pulled the gun
Chrome don't rust, it just forgets
Outro
Stand up now. The tank won't fill.
The hand remembers. The chrome never will.
It just forgets. It just forgets.
Timing is estimated — lines are spaced evenly across the track.
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Lyrics
Intro Kneel down. The pump's been dry for years.
Verse 1 A broken Christ hologram in the eaves Flickers where the neon used to be His open hand still glows above the pumps But the wound don't read no more to me Come sit in the pew I made from a truck seat Bring what's left of you and I'll begin They sold you a body that don't bleed And called the emptiness a way to win
Pre-Chorus I have washed the deathless clean I have buried what won't die Every soul this town rebuilt Traded weeping for the shine
Chorus Chrome don't rust, it just forgets Wears your grief like a borrowed coat Shines the same the day it forgets her name And it never once knows what it lost You can swap the hand, buy a colder one But not the hand that pulled the gun Chrome don't rust, it just forgets
Verse 2 Rich man died four times and can't recall Which face was the one his mother kissed He uploads a smile to the billboard wall And forgets there was a thing he missed I kept my one death like a wedding band Cold against the bone where it belongs A conscience is the one thing won't upload The town can wipe your face, not what you've done
Pre-Chorus I have washed the deathless clean I have buried what won't die Every soul this town rebuilt Traded weeping for the shine
Chorus Chrome don't rust, it just forgets Wears your grief like a borrowed coat Shines the same the day it forgets her name And it never once knows what it lost You can swap the hand, buy a colder one But not the hand that pulled the gun Chrome don't rust, it just forgets
Outro Stand up now. The tank won't fill. The hand remembers. The chrome never will. It just forgets. It just forgets.
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