[Verse 1]
The speed is the only thing we got left to share
Clinging to this wreckage, breathing the same sick air
We should be flying out, different directions, clean break
But every time I try, the gravity pulls and I shake
They saw the damage, they saw the holes in the steel
But the truth is, baby, the brokenness is how we feel
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you dare touch that door, don't you dare look away
If we're going down, we're going down the same way
We're past the survival, past the logical cost
We're just holding the wheel for the memory we lost
[Chorus]
This is the Fatal Hold, yeah, the grip that won't release
You are the trigger, and I am the only piece
We're tied to the fire, the engine is screaming your name
We built this wreckage, and we're staying in the frame
Ooh, every twist is a lie that we desperately sell
Holding on for dear life, in this perfect kind of hell
[Verse 2]
I feel the curve coming, the one that should snap us clean
The final exit sign to a future we haven't seen
But your hand finds mine, and the choice disappears
I trade all my freedom for the comfort of familiar fears
It's not love that survives, it's the co-dependency
We're built on the ruins of what we were meant to be
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you dare touch that door, don't you dare look away
If we're going down, we're going down the same way
We're past the survival, past the logical cost
We're just holding the wheel for the memory we lost
[Chorus]
This is the Fatal Hold, yeah, the grip that won't release
You are the trigger, and I am the only piece
We're tied to the fire, the engine is screaming your name
We built this wreckage, and we're staying in the frame
Ooh, every twist is a lie that we desperately sell
Holding on for dear life, in this perfect kind of hell
[Bridge]
The edges are sharp, but they fit where we break
We keep spinning this wheel for the mistakes we make.
This grip is the curse, and the comfort, and the price...
[Chorus]
This is the Fatal Hold, yeah, the grip that won't release
You are the trigger, and I am the only piece
We're tied to the fire, the engine is screaming your name
We built this wreckage, and we're staying in the frame
Ooh, every twist is a lie that we desperately sell
Holding on for dear life, in this perfect kind of hell

Fatal Hold

Relayt is Australian / British songwriter and producer Justin Jones.  He is on a journey to reshape contemporary music through audacious, genre-blending soundscapes.