Silk Over Steel: The City's Softest Gear
I stand here, a polished gear in this vast, humming machine of
Rusty Cog
The Gilded Spark in a Steel Graveyard
I am sitting on the cold, corrugated ribs of this city—steel
Neon Marrow in a Concrete Ribcage
I’ve spent years scraping rust from my soul, walking through a
The Gilded Rust of a Summer Heartbeat
I’ve spent my life scavenging through the iron skeletons of cities,
The Gilded Rust of Us
I’ve spent my life admiring the way iron yields to salt
Copper Veins Under a Neon Sunset
My heart is an old engine, seized by years of urban rust
Copper Sun on a Salted Soul
I’ve spent my life chasing the ghost of something real, like
The Gilded Rust of a Summer Kiss
My heart is a rusted engine, long stalled in the smog of
Gilded Rust on a Salted Shore
I stand here like a relic salvaged from the deep, skin humming
Sanding Down the Soul's Rust
I’ve spent years as a machine, polished and cold like chrome
The Last Warmth Before I Rust
I’m a machine that's forgotten its purpose, parts worn
Chrome Heartbeats on a Rusting Pier
The ocean out here ain't just water, it's
