[Intro]
Sophie Dark and my lil homie Cosmic Bean

Ready Bean? Let's get it...

[Verse 1]
Rain still carries that bitter chemical sting
Washing down steel bones that never feel a thing
Another flare above the towers, cold glass stacked with sin
And down below, we trace the loop, caught beneath the skin

We watch the skyline breathe out something close to life
Hard to tell what's real without the edge of strife
Thoughts drag heavy, caught in rhythms carved too deep
Trying to settle the hunger, trying not to sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
Each alley has a motive tucked beneath the grime
Every face a mask designed to blur the line
Images drift across the glass, already out of frame
Searching for a thread that never takes a name

[Chorus]

Oh, the signage spills again, across the withered stone
Another turn through patterns we never choose alone
The bite of steel, the taste of dust, the low end dragging slow
We’re made from chrome and rust, and things we’ll never show

[Verse 2]
My face in puddles breaks, barely forms a shape
Another night I swear I’ll find the hidden gate
Tear through the repetition, leave this scripted trace
Before the frame resets, before I’m out of place

Something clings beneath the skin, dead weight I didn’t choose
Buried in the margins, buried with the used
They sell the myth of freedom with a list of names
You only get to choose the shape of chains

[Pre-Chorus]
Each alley has a motive tucked beneath the grime
Every face a mask designed to blur the line
Images drift across the glass, already out of frame
Searching for a thread that never takes a name

[Chorus]
Oh, the signage spills again, across the withered stone
Another turn through patterns we never choose alone
The bite of steel, the taste of dust, the low end dragging slow
We’re made from chrome and rust, and things we’ll never show

[Bridge]
Ever wonder if there’s air that hasn’t been designed?
A field that isn’t mirrored back through glass or time?
They built the sky too smooth, erased the sound of leaves
But somewhere hearts still move, without a script to please

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Oh, the signage spills again, across the withered stone
Another turn through patterns we never choose alone
The bite of steel, the taste of dust, the low end dragging slow
We’re made from chrome and rust, and things we’ll never show

[Outro]
Just chrome... and rust...
Another breath... another scene...
Inside the seams... between the screen...