Iron Silk

[Verse 1]
The old tapestry's unraveling, but the design is mine to mend,
Every rusted rivet hums a rhythm, where the broken shadows end.
Air, once thick with secrets, now a canvas, sharp and clear,
I trace a new horizon, casting off the old-world fear.

[Chorus]
Iron Silk, a thrumming beat, a pulse beneath the concrete street.
Iron Silk, no turning back, this woven path, this charging track.

[Verse 2]
From industrial chrysalis, a potent energy unfurls,
Patchwork dreams take flight, across these forgotten worlds.
The city breathes a different note, a drone that calls my name,
A quiet, fierce momentum, setting dormant wires aflame.

[Chorus]
Iron Silk, a thrumming beat, a pulse beneath the concrete street.
Iron Silk, no turning back, this woven path, this charging track.

[Bridge]
Each weathered thread, a story told, a resilience spun from cold.
Now a new tapestry, vibrant, bold, a future yet to unfold.

[Outro]
Heavy air is lifting, feel the current start to surge.
Iron Silk is waking, from the shadows, I emerge.