Iron Trace

[Verse 1]
Rust-eaten silence, where the old gears turn,
A phantom exhaust, for lessons unlearned.
The concrete whispers, stories worn and deep,
While forgotten currents, forever sleep.

[Chorus]
Just a cold torque, a ghosted hum,
Echoes in the concrete, where shadows become.
A silent engine, feels the slow decay,
Waiting for the dawn, to fade away.

[Verse 2]
Through damp labyrinth, past the wet brick wall,
Another chassis broken, answering the call.
The city breathes a diesel sigh, a flicker in the grey,
Remembering the friction, of a faster, colder day.

[Chorus]
Just a cold torque, a ghosted hum,
Echoes in the concrete, where shadows become.
A silent engine, feels the slow decay,
Waiting for the dawn, to fade away.

[Bridge]
Each worn-out bearing, tells a whispered truth,
A spectral current, from forgotten youth.
The grind of memory, a relentless pace,
Leaving only vapour, without a trace.

[Outro]
The last thrum fades, in the cold, damp air,
Just an iron trace, of what was there.