Shadow Weft

[Verse 1]
Rooftop whispers, shadow weaving, where old truths are unsaid.
City lights bleed neon patterns, alive inside my head.
Each distant flicker, a memory’s thread, pulled taut and thin.
This concrete knot, a pulse, where ancient rhythms spin.

[Chorus]
The city breathes, we move in its dark design.
In this shadow weft, the rhythm is mine.
Unapologetic, no space to rewind.
Let the tension unravel, the threads intertwine.

[Verse 2]
Log drums echo, a deep reverberation, beneath the concrete floor.
A liminal dance, shedding the quiet skin, wanting something more.
The smoke from charcoal fires, a story, a whispered lore.
We stand on the edge, Kairos unfolding, knocking at freedom's door.

[Bridge]
The worn fabric of yesterday, a tear in its design.
But tonight, in unison, we mend it with this sound, this sign.
No need for bright lights, the darkness will define.
This raw connection, an ancestral bind.

[Outro]
Phusha! Feel the weave, the untamed grace.
Every heartbeat finding its rightful place.