Bedrock Echoes

[Verse 1]
The mic stand gleams, a lonely, chrome-plated shard,
Under these lights, where old foundations are scarred.
Every weathered crack, every whispered doubt,
A heavy stratum I'm about to let spill out.
From coastal mists to this raw, open space,
I leave the weight of what I can't replace.

[Chorus]
This is the bedrock echo, the final sound,
Every piece of me tearing from the ground.
The dust and grit, the weight of every stone,
Till nothing's left to call my own.

[Verse 2]
Remember salt-scraped pilings, the grey river's sigh?
That same dark current runs in veins, beneath this sky.
Years of shifting plates, a silent, heavy churn,
For this one wild burst, this lesson I have learned.
The ghosts of empty docks, the fog that choked the view,
Now break apart and shatter, loud and new.

[Bridge]
Strip back the strata, bare down to the core,
Feel the tectonic pull, demanding something more!
No turning back now, watch the fissures grow,
Let the wild, raw energy erupt and flow!

[Chorus]
This is the bedrock echo, the final sound,
Every piece of me tearing from the ground.
The dust and grit, the weight of every stone,
Till nothing's left to call my own.

[Outro]
Just the roar, and the dust settling slow.
A new horizon, where the free winds blow.