Tectonic Hum

[Verse 1]
They trace the fault lines on my skin, think they map my deepest pressure.
But every tremor, every silent shift, just makes the bedrock denser.
You carve your ancient history into stone, demand my silent, perfect bow.
Little do you know, the rawest, deepest seams are forming fiercely now.

[Chorus]
Granite heart, a cutting shard.
Watch me bloom through the cracked asphalt yard.
Incheon grit, a silent, guttural roar.
Through fractured concrete, I just want some more.

[Verse 2]
Grandfather's fields, they paved them over, for a faster, concrete lane.
But the concrete cracks, a living map of roots refusing to remain.
You tried to smooth my rough-hewn edges down, a pebble in your guiding hand.
But I'm a hidden diamond, forged in fire, across this broken, shifting land.

[Chorus]
Granite heart, a cutting shard.
Watch me bloom through the cracked asphalt yard.
Incheon grit, a silent, guttural roar.
Through fractured concrete, I just want some more.

[Bridge]
No fragile shell, no dusty, porcelain vase for you to easily shatter.
Just a tectonic hum beneath the surface, so tell me, what’s really the matter?
The pressure builds, a quiet, insistent hum, beneath the city's glaring lights.
Soon a whole new landscape will emerge, beyond your shallow, judging sights.

[Outro]
See the cracks? That's where my true strength will truly shine.
My own bedrock, deep and solid, yours and mine.