Bite the Chain
STATIC HEIR · Inherited · Out now
Learning young to swallow the hit and call it strength. This is the moment the grip breaks: no kneeling, no bowing, spit the rust out loud. Bite the chain.
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Credits
Artist: Static Heir
Album: Inherited
Single release: 2 September 2026
Album release: 11 December 2026
Label: Fragmented Music
Lyrics
I learned young how to swallow the hit,
Keep my teeth locked, never speak of it.
Let the weight sit deep in the ribs,
Call it strength when it hollowed me out a bit.
Every room felt wired to snap,
Every hand came with a second face.
So I built my back from anger and spite,
Just to drag myself out of that place.
I feel it pulling at the old scars,
Trying to drag me where the fear starts.
But I've bled enough to know this now—
I don't kneel, and I don't bow.
Bite the chain!
Break the grip around me!
Bite the chain!
Spit the rust out loudly!
If the pressure wants my throat,
It can choke on what I've become!
Bite the chain! Bite the chain!
I'm not the one who runs!
I know the taste of the buried rage,
Know the pulse of a locked-up cage.
Know what it is to carry dead weight
Till your whole damn body starts to shake.
But every bruise wrote proof in bone,
Every cut carved nerve from stone.
Now the same pain meant to shut me down
Is the fire I sharpen on.
I hear it scratching at the inside,
That old collapse, that old lie.
But I've stood too long in the wreckage smoke—
Now I hit back when the pressure grows.
Bite the chain!
Break the grip around me!
Bite the chain!
Spit the rust out loudly!
If the pressure wants my throat,
It can choke on what I've become!
Bite the chain! Bite the chain!
I'm not the one who runs!
Lock! Break!
Drag! Wake!
Hit back!
Don't break!
I bit my tongue
Till it tasted like blood.
I bent my back
Till it started to crack.
No more carrying what was never mine!
No more choking just to stay in line!
Stay in line?
Not this time!
I'd rather break walls with my bare two hands
Than die one inch from where I stand!
No silence!
No retreat!
I drag myself back on ruined feet!
Bite the chain!
Break the grip around me!
Bite the chain!
Spit the rust out loudly!
If the pressure wants my throat,
It can choke on what I've become!
Bite the chain! Bite the chain!
I'm not the one who runs!
You built the weight—
I built the nerve!
You fed the wound—
I made it serve!
I don't carry cages anymore.
I carry what survived.
