Charge the Mountain Rig

[Кіріспе] [Distorted bass slide, snare crack, two clipped guitar stabs, driving chug riff] [Куплет 1] Mountain tunnel, blue-white walls Your call came through, then the engine stalled Cones lie crooked, one scraped red I kill the lane and check the dead Cold wrench turns by fingertip Alternator bolt won’t give an inch You say the hospital address again Through a radio full of rain [Қайырма] Hold that line, i’m bringing you through One more turn and the charge comes true Keep that address alive in the wire I’ll wake this rig, i’ll carry the fire [Куплет 2] Grease on my thumb, grit in my teeth A little spark where the cables meet The tunnel breathes with passing wheels I find the nut by what my hand feels “Hospital—” breaks, then comes once more Same street number, same west door I brace the belt and lean in hard While trucks roll past the warning yard [Қайырма] Hold that line, i’m bringing you through One more turn and the charge comes true Keep that address alive in the wire I’ll wake this rig, i’ll carry the fire [Guitar solo] [Instrumental guitar solo over tight chugging riff, driving backbeat, sharp tom fills, bright ride bell] [Қайырма] Hold that line, i’m bringing you through One more turn and the charge comes true Keep that address alive in the wire I’ll wake this rig, i’ll carry the fire [Аутро] Bolt bites down, the dash comes alive Say that address—i’m rolling, i’m rolling