Breaking Ground

[Verse 1]
The stage lights bleed white, a final, blinding glare,
Emptying my lungs of all the humid air.
No hidden chasms, no more untold lies,
Just weathered bedrock staring at these skies,
Feeling the pressure, where the strata rise.

[Chorus]
This is the tremor, this is the thrust,
Shedding old decay, leaving nothing but dust.
Feel the rumble rise, feel the currents flow,
A brand new strata, ready to grow.

[Verse 2]
Past the rusted docks, where old pilings still lean,
I pour out every word, raw, stripped, and clean.
The quiet hours found grit in every seam,
A defiant promise fueling every dream,
Washed in the salt spray, a powerful, steady gleam.

[Chorus]
This is the tremor, this is the thrust,
Shedding old decay, leaving nothing but dust.
Feel the rumble rise, feel the currents flow,
A brand new strata, ready to grow.

[Bridge]
For every weight I carried, every tectonic pull,
I cracked the surface, made myself whole.
No turning back the tide, no shifting of the plates,
Just open throttle through these rusted gates.
From the grey river's mouth to the horizon's edge,
This is the promise, standing on the ledge.

[Chorus]
This is the tremor, this is the thrust,
Shedding old decay, leaving nothing but dust.
Feel the rumble rise, feel the currents flow,
A brand new strata, ready to grow.

[Outro]
Let the dust settle, feel the ground begin to shake.
This seismic rhythm, for all our futures' sake.