Ampere Roots

[Verse 1]
The oil stains on the concrete floor, a map we couldn't ignore.
Every borrowed amp hummed a seismic, hopeful roar.
Stacked beer cans, towers reaching for the cracked ceiling paint,
Where every chord we struck defied a world's restraint.

[Chorus]
We dug our roots deep in this basement stone,
Hammered out a truth that was fiercely our own.
A hundred songs we wrote, etched in the air,
The only place we knew, beyond all compare.

[Verse 2]
Through static haze and blown-out speaker cones,
We carved out our own strata, from borrowed tones.
A secret language whispered, between the pick and fret,
A quiet pact with the ground, we still haven't forgot yet.

[Bridge]
The dust motes danced like crystalline dreams,
Reflecting what we were, or what we still seemed.
A fault line split the silence, when we believed the most,
In every rough-hewn melody, a rebellious ghost.

[Outro]
Still carry that sound, like a stone in my pocket,
A low, rumbling hum, from the garage rocket.