Echoes of the Silver World

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Silver lights on the city's skin,
Echoes hum through the subway spin,
Grandiose dreams in the mirror's grin,
Concrete veins where the shadows begin.
Dusty clock towers whisper low,
Rainbow street signs flicker slow,
Cup of tea in the morning glow,
Foggy metro's soul in the flow.
Graffiti benches hold the tale,
Echoes dance where the lost ones sail,
Silver world in a silent frame,
Grandiose pulse in the underground flame.
[Chorus - low male vocal]
Echoes in the silver world,
Grandiose dreams, we're still the crowd,
Hear the pulse of the city's soul,
In every beat, we rise and roll.