[Verse] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street below The rasp of lungs commands the rhythmic flow Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city epic lights Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves ignite the flame [Pre-Chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [Chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [Verse 2] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience Just shadows on the ground [Pre-Chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [Chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain [intro] [verse] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street below The rasp of lungs commands the rhythmic flow Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city light Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves ignite the flame [pre-chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [chorus] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [verse] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience just shadows on the ground [pre-chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [chorus] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again [intro] [verse] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street below The rasp of lungs commands the rhythmic flow Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city light Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves ignite the flame [break] Verse] Scuffed up alloy hitting hard against the gritty street The rhythmic rasp of lungs is the master of this beat Between the bricks where darkness curls into a tight design He carves a path across the city line A lattice work of welded pipe against his trembling skin Tracing where the movement ends and where the nerves begin [Chorus] He is the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Tattooed BMX stuntman, Metal Monkey Skeleton Alley Turning structural steel into a map of functional pain Gravity is a chain that he breaks just to feel the height A sudden flash of silver in the middle of the night Etching circles in the air with a calculated grace Writing stories with his tires across the urban space [Verse] The back-wheel balance holds a secret in the spinning hub A solitary struggle far away from any club No audience to witness how the frame becomes a limb The cold machinery is breathing energy, just the same as him One sharp rotation where the world turns entirely upside down The silent king of every rusted corner of this town [Chorus] He is the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Turning structural steel into a map of functional pain Gravity is a chain that he breaks just to feel the height A sudden flash of silver in the middle of the night Etching circles in the air with a calculated grace Writing stories with his tires across the urban space [Outro] [pre-chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [chorus] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [verse] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience just shadows on the ground [pre-chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [break] chorus] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight in the pouring rain [outro]
