Blowback Hum

[Verse 1]
The asphalt bleeds a static heat, no end in sight.
My internal gauge is red, burning through the night.
This concrete labyrinth, a constant, heavy press.
Every weld strains, in this mechanical distress.

[Chorus]
Pressure builds, a torque that can't be held.
This engine screams, its story always yelled.

[Verse 2]
Each spectral flicker, a choice burned to steel.
The chassis shudders, what is left to feel?
Damp earth still breathes under the rusted crane.
A silent thrum, a whisper of the rain.

[Chorus]
Pressure builds, a torque that can't be held.
This engine screams, its story always yelled.

[Bridge]
No circuit breaker for this surge inside.
Just pure velocity, nowhere left to hide.
Past gears grind hard, a memory won't fade.
This moment's impact, a price fiercely paid.

[Chorus]
Pressure builds, a torque that can't be held.
This engine screams, its story always yelled.

[Outro]
The blowback hums, a lingering, raw design.
This urban ghost, forever mine.