Walking through the shadows when the lights go down
Facing all the pressure in a cold, dark town
Heavy clouds above, but
I stand my ground
Turning every struggle
Into something profound
People say the bad times break your drive
I say the bad times make you feel alive
Forged in the storm, tempered by the cold
Writing out a story that was never told
Sub-based, pulsing like a steady heartbeat
Mastering the rhythm of the midnight street
No retreat, no surrender to the dark
Lighting up the night with an inner spark
To the stormy weather