Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A hollow space, a shadowed sight.
The air is thick, a dampened chill,
A lonely sound, standing still.
You walk the levels, gray and bare,
Each footstep answers, hangs in air.
The concrete breathes a silent plea,
A ghostly rhythm following thee.
The lamps above, a sickly hue,
Reflect the world, distorted, new.
A steel embrace, a cold design,
Lost in the grid, a fading line.
A distant hum, a muffled drone,
This empty space, you're not alone.
The walls remember, hold the trace,
Of hurried steps and time and space.
Concrete echoes follow you down,
A hollow heartbeat, lost in town.
Each passing moment, a whispered name,
Lost in the chambers, all the same.
The painted lines, a broken guide,
Lead nowhere now, where dreams subside.
A sense of longing, deep inside,
As shadows stretch and softly ride.
The scent of oil, a subtle sting,
Remains of journeys, everything.
A thousand stories, locked away,
In every pillar, every day.
Concrete echoes follow you down,
A hollow heartbeat, lost in town.
Each passing moment, a whispered name,
Lost in the chambers, all the same.
But listen close, beyond the gray,
A different rhythm starts to play.
A sense of freedom, soft and slow,
A place to wander, watch things grow.
The exit nears, a welcome gleam,
A shift in pressure, like a dream.
The world outside, a vibrant hue,
Leaving the echoes, old and true.
Concrete echoes fade and cease,
A quiet moment, inner peace.
Each passing moment, a hopeful sound,
Freedom discovered, safe and sound.
The concrete sleeps, a silent keep,
Holding the secrets, buried deep.
The echoes linger, soft and low,
Where footsteps fall, and shadows go.
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