Track Insight / Lyrics
You stand still in the morning grey.
The kettle steam drifts far away.
Cold iron gear begins to grind.
A metal seed for you to find.
Spin the brass and feel the heat.
Heavy pulse and metal beat.
Turning fast inside the room.
Steel root rhythm, sonic bloom.
Monstera leaves lean toward the light.
Black soil holds the secrets tight.
The needle scratches on the wax.
A rigid line that never lacks.
Spin the brass and feel the heat.
Heavy pulse and metal beat.
Turning fast inside the room.
Steel root rhythm, sonic bloom.
Calathea folds its velvet green.
The sharpest sound you've ever seen.
The copper wire starts to glow.
A steady stream, a heavy flow.
Spin the brass and feel the heat.
Heavy pulse and metal beat.
Turning fast inside the room.
Steel root rhythm, sonic bloom.
You watch the steam rise from the pot.
The gears are tight, the spring is hot.
The kitchen floor is cold and white.
We race against the coming light.
Deep in the loam, the fibers pull.
The empty space is suddenly full.
Break the seal and let it roar.
Push the rhythm through the door.
Ficus veins are pulsing fast.
The iron song is built to last.
You wind the key until it breaks.
The sleeping kitchen finally wakes.
Spin the brass and feel the heat.
Heavy pulse and metal beat.
Turning fast inside the room.
Steel root rhythm, sonic bloom.
Steel root rhythm, sonic bloom.
Wind it up, let it spin.
