Iron Orchids

[INTRO] Yeah. From the concrete to the jungle. It's all the same machine. Listen. [VERSE 1] Concrete veins, neon glow in the dark Bronze blades hitting like a lightning spark Moving through the city where the wires intersect Interlocking patterns that you gotta respect I don't blend in, I just shatter the mold Tempered in the fire but the finish is cold Got a Gamelan heartbeat banging in my chest Spitting cybernetic poetry, better than the rest They play the same chords, same three strings While I'm dancing on the edge of what the metallophone brings Unconventional, intentional, stepping on the brake Watch the whole structure start to tremble and shake. [PRE-CHORUS] And the rhythm isn't linear, it shifts in the wind Where the old world stops is where the new begins Hear the bronze bells ringing out a warning sign We are cutting through the static on a crooked line. [HOOK] Iron Orchids growing in the street, yeah Heavy bronze colliding with the trap beat, yeah No conventional patterns allowed in the space We are putting history right in your face Yeah, it's a cross-cultural chaotic design And we're running out of track at the end of the line. [VERSE 2] Step into the temple made of iron and glass Where the ancient textures and the futures clash They want a simple loop, want a predictable flow But the Kotekan rhythm tells 'em where to go It’s a mathematical puzzle, interlocking pieces Watch the tension build up till the pressure releases I am unbothered by the standard design I'd rather take the pendulum and snap the twine Clocking the cadence, I am changing the flow Doing things the radio programmers forbid Street energy, global soul, unholy alliance We are turning this music into a science. [PRE-CHORUS] And the rhythm isn't linear, it shifts in the wind Where the old world stops is where the new begins Hear the bronze bells ringing out a warning sign We are cutting through the static on a crooked line. [HOOK] Iron Orchids growing in the street, yeah Heavy bronze colliding with the trap beat, yeah No conventional patterns allowed in the space We are putting history right in your face Yeah, it's a cross-cultural chaotic design And we're running out of track at the end of the line. [BRIDGE] They thought the world was small. They thought the music had boundaries. But bronze doesn't break. It just rings forever. Break the board. [FINAL HOOK] Iron Orchids growing in the street, yeah Heavy bronze colliding with the trap beat, yeah No conventional patterns allowed in the space We are putting history right in your face Yeah, it's a cross-cultural chaotic design And we're running out of track at the end of the line. [OUTRO] Global noise.