[Intro: Metallic drones, broken percussion loops, faint breath sounds layered under filtered bass] [Instrumental buildup: slow emergence of rolling breakbeat] [Verse] I walk through bones of towers fallen, Echoes whisper names they’ve lost. Iron skin beneath the moss, Learning how to breathe again. Glass dissolves beneath the soil, Roots entangle broken steel. Something ancient hums below— It remembers how to heal. [Chorus] In these metal ruins, The world forgets its scars. The air is thick with memory, But softer than it was. In these metal ruins, The silence starts to sing. Every pulse of rust and rain Becomes a living thing. [Verse] I hear the hum of hollow engines, Dreaming of their final fire. Hands that built and hands that burned, Now buried in the wire. The sky’s a mirror turned to stone, Reflecting all that we became. No gods left, no code to run, Just echoes learning names. [Bridge: Breakbeat intensifies, vocals layered in reverse delay and reverb tails] Ash becomes the seed again, Steel decays but roots remain. All the noise reduced to breath, All creation born from death. [Chorus] In these metal ruins, The world forgets its scars. The air is thick with memory, But softer than it was. In these metal ruins, The silence starts to sing. Every pulse of rust and rain Becomes a living thing. [Outro: Gradual fade—industrial percussion dissolving into low pads, final vocal line whispered] I am the sound that starts again.
