Cold wind cutting through the city like a blade,
I walk the line steady—never scared, never swayed.
Eyes locked on me when I step into the scene,
I don’t raise my voice, but they know what I mean.
Footsteps echo like a warning on the floor,
You can try to follow—but you’ll never reach the core.
Midnight steel persona, sharper than the rain,
Every move I’m making leaves a shadow in your brain.
I don’t need the crown, I already own the throne—
Midnight steel persona, carved into the stone.
Silver on my breath when the bassline drops,
Heartbeat syncing with the ticking of the clocks.
Power in the quiet—yeah, that’s my domain,
I don’t chase the fire, I ignite the flame.
Footsteps echo like a warning on the floor,
You can try to follow—but you’ll never reach the core.
Midnight steel persona, sharper than the rain,
Every move I’m making leaves a shadow in your brain.
I don’t need the crown, I already own the throne—
Midnight steel persona, carved into the stone.
If the night gets darker, I glow even more,
You won’t see me coming till I’m right at your door.
Silk wrapped in danger, that’s the way I appear—
A quiet storm rising, whispering in your ear.
Midnight steel persona, ruling through the night,
Flicker like a phantom in the neon city light.
Silence is my weapon, colder than you’ve known—
Midnight steel persona—this is how I’m shown.
