Midnight Stitch

[Verse 1]
Engine growls low, a tremor through the seat,
City's worn cloth, twilight's dark threads meet.
Window down, the wind a sharp, knowing sigh,
Whispers of concrete, beneath a bruised sky.
Log drums start their journey, a deep, rhythmic hum,
Every pulse a promise, a rhythm to become.

[Chorus]
Bassline hums, a shadow takes its hold,
Weaving night's pulse, stories untold.
Feel it deep, in the bones, let the rhythm weave,
Unapologetic truth, no time to grieve.

[Verse 2]
Past market echoes, the day's last fading dye,
Streetlights ignite, a glint in the watchful eye.
Each turn a knot, in the city's vast, dark thread,
Where ancestral echoes linger, softly said.
This journey's weave, a tension in the air,
A primal beat calls, if you dare.

[Chorus]
Bassline hums, a shadow takes its hold,
Weaving night's pulse, stories untold.
Feel it deep, in the bones, let the rhythm weave,
Unapologetic truth, no time to grieve.

[Bridge]
No gentle sway, but a fierce, deep current flows,
Through asphalt veins, where raw authenticity grows.
This moment, liminal, a vibrant, dark design,
Every fibre trembles, in this rhythm, truly mine.

[Chorus]
Bassline hums, a shadow takes its hold,
Weaving night's pulse, stories untold.
Feel it deep, in the bones, let the rhythm weave,
Unapologetic truth, no time to grieve.

[Outro]
Threads unwind, only to re-tie,
Under this dark beat, beneath the Jo'burg sky.