Torn Canvas

VELVET WRAITH - TORN CANVAS

[Verse 1]
Concrete veins crack, a silent hum,
This city's frayed edge, where shadows become.
Heavy air breathes tales, a forgotten palimpsest on stone,
Every broken pane, a story of what's known, but never shown.
No clean lines left, just patterns worn and deep,
Secrets in the rust, the promises they keep.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a torn canvas, threads unraveling slow,
But in every rip, a fierce new wildness grows.
No soft silk here, just grit beneath the weave,
What's broken, baby, is what I believe.

[Verse 2]
Through rusted gates, where the wild grass climbs to meet the gray,
I trace the sutures of forgotten times, just to lose my way.
My footsteps echo, a cadence in the dark,
Leaving not a trace, just a silent, chilling mark.
This broken skein of days, I learned to re-knot tight,
Folding shadows close, in the urban, endless night.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a torn canvas, threads unraveling slow,
But in every rip, a fierce new wildness grows.
No soft silk here, just grit beneath the weave,
What's broken, baby, is what I believe.

[Bridge]
They want the smooth, the flawless, the pristine bright,
But power lives where edges meet the dying light.
A cold truth stitched, into the urban grime, no gentle hand,
My strength is woven, defiant, across this blighted land.

[Outro]
Air thick with whispers, chilling on the skin,
The real story starts, where their endings begin.