The Ivory Gear in a City of Steel
I stand here on the edge of this concrete monolith, feeling like
Rusty Cog
Satin Rust Under a Neon Moon
The city below is a sprawling graveyard of concrete and cold steel,
Gold Dust on a Concrete Coast
I feel like an ancient gear finally finding its missing tooth. The
The Polished Gear in a Rusted City
I am a piece of pristine porcelain dropped into a city made
The Crimson Spark Amidst Concrete Rust
My world used to be a grayscale blueprint, all jagged edges and
Oxidized Heartbeat Under a Glacial Sky
The air here tastes like old iron and frozen time, sharp enough
The Golden Bloom Amidst Iron Dust
The city is a rusted engine that never stops grinding, all steel
The Porcelain Gear in a Concrete Wasteland
I walk through this city like I’m navigating the skeletal remains
The Silk Shroud Over Iron Veins
My city is a skeleton of steel, its ribs exposed to the
The Polished Gear in a Concrete Waste
I stand on this concrete ledge, the wind whipping through my hair
The Softest Gear in a Grinding World
I spent years as a polished cog in the great steel machine
Neon Rust and Rainwater Skin
The city is just a polished ruin, isn't it? All
