GRIT RISE

[Verse 1]
Concrete veins whisper, names I used to bear.
But the fault lines rumble, shaking off old air.
Every weathered alley, a story worn and gray.
Now the bedrock's humming, forging a new way.

[Chorus]
This old concrete breaking, watch the grit rise high.
My own pulse is thrumming, under a raw sky.
Feel the strata shift, raw power in my stride.
No more quiet rage, nowhere left to hide.

[Verse 2]
They called me 'shard', a fragment left behind.
But every fissure opens, a strength they couldn't find.
From forgotten factories, to fields now swallowed whole.
My ancestral echoes, deep within my soul.

[Chorus]
This old concrete breaking, watch the grit rise high.
My own pulse is thrumming, under a raw sky.
Feel the strata shift, raw power in my stride.
No more quiet rage, nowhere left to hide.

[Bridge]
The heavy mountains held me, weighed me down with lore.
Now the magma stirs inside me, roaring to the core.
Yeah, a silent quake, shaking up the ground.
This new vibration, can't be drowned.

[Chorus]
This old concrete breaking, watch the grit rise high.
My own pulse is thrumming, under a raw sky.
Feel the strata shift, raw power in my stride.
No more quiet rage, nowhere left to hide.

[Outro]
Heavy bedrock, finally splits.
My own ground now, perfectly fits.