Arid Surge (النسخة 3)

Verse 1

Concrete sweat on raw cement

Every second already spent

Sub-bass hammering the chest

Take the air and leave the rest

Dry throat breathing in the haze

Counting zero through the days

Pre-Chorus

Pressure rising from the floor

Cannot feel the skin no more

Chorus

Arid surge, let it roll

Stripping iron from the soul

Lost the face, lost the name

Burning clean inside the frame

Arid surge, take the sound

Turn my body to the ground

Verse 2

Strobe flash cutting white and cold

Nothing left to buy or hold

Friction moving hip to hip

Static on the fingertip

Iron rail and blackened stone

Dancing down into the bone

Pre-Chorus

Pressure rising from the floor

Cannot feel the skin no more

Chorus

Arid surge, let it roll

Stripping iron from the soul

Lost the face, lost the name

Burning clean inside the frame

Arid surge, take the sound

Turn my body to the ground

Bridge

Dry pulse

Blind glare

No thought

No air

Swallowed

Undone

Beat is the only one

Chorus

Arid surge, let it roll

Stripping iron from the soul

Lost the face, lost the name

Burning clean inside the frame

Arid surge, take the sound

Turn my body to the ground