Petrified Silence

[Verse 1]
Streetlights bleed their dying gold,
On strata of a story never told.
The Incheon wind, it hums a lonely plea,
Through factory ghosts, whispering back to me.
Another shadow, where my own self hides,
A quiet stone where resilience resides.

[Chorus]
Petrified silence, a heavy sleep,
Secrets the bedrock yearns to keep.
Every crack in the old asphalt,
A memory fractured, not my fault.

[Verse 2]
I trace the fault lines on my palm,
Where duty carved a bitter calm.
Years pile up, like dust and ash,
A quiet tremor, a slow, deep gash.
They weigh the world on fragile bone,
But underground, granite, standing alone.

[Bridge]
They only saw the surface, hard and grey,
Never the mineral shining, deep inside, at bay.
A slow erosion, but the bedrock holds,
Through fissures forming, a defiance unfolds.

[Outro]
The quiet rage, a steady beat,
Petrified silence, bittersweet.