Rusting Hum

[Verse 1]
The asphalt bled black, swallowed every mile,
Engine’s drone finally broke its spell, in silence wild.
Heard the city breathe, a low, metallic sigh,
A distant forge's rumble, where old ghosts lie,
A truth in the darkness, I couldn't deny.

[Chorus]
This rust and hum, it chills my blood,
The crucible’s rhythm, rising from the flood.
It's the heart of the city, a low, guttural sound,
Where a soul forged in darkness, finally is found.

[Verse 2]
The whistle cuts midnight, thin and sharp as steel,
A tempered sorrow, old wounds start to heal.
Felt the grit in my teeth, the weight of forgotten years,
The clang of the stacks, chasing away my fears,
A defiant chorus, drowning out the tears.

[Chorus]
This rust and hum, it chills my blood,
The crucible’s rhythm, rising from the flood.
It's the heart of the city, a low, guttural sound,
Where a soul forged in darkness, finally is found.

[Bridge]
They say home's a roof, a door on a hinge,
But my marrow remembers the foundry's deep fringe.
This pulse isn't concrete, nor brick nor cold stone,
It's the bloodline’s rumble, staking its throne.

[Outro]
The rust and hum, it never dies,
Beneath these unforgiving, steel-grey skies.