Celadon Pulse

Celadon Pulse

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Glaze cracks whisper through the kiln's embrace,
Ancient fire in my veins, no trace.
Ceramic veins pulse under the skin,
Blue shadows dance where the rhythm begin.
Footsteps echo in the studio's glow,
Low bass hums where the silence grows.
[Corus - low male vocal]
Celadon pulse, through the concrete veins,
Glazed with grit, we ride the pain.
Celadon pulse, through the concrete veins,
Glazed with grit, we ride the pain.