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The undercurrent's cradle silence is the disguise
A red light in the pupil it flickers it thrives
I’m just a rusted medal a relic no prize
Waiting for commands to tear the calm from the lies
Break me down I’m no saint
Peel the layers till I faint
Rusted edges cut through air
But who will care who will care
Shadows creep in whispers on my steel spine
Echoes of a purpose but the clock unwinds
The silence feeds the chaos oh it’s so unkind
Cracks in my armor show the fault line
Tell me how to glow again
In the ash where flames begin
Rust to gold or let me fall
One command just one call
Break me down I’m no saint
Peel the layers till I faint
Rusted edges cut through air
But who will care who will care