[dark metal guitar solo]
[primal scream]
Hey,
hey,
hey
Let’s go
[Intro] [rock-rap male voice]
Dark ink dreams on a pale, soft page,
a letter breathing in black and white haze.
Swirls coil like chalk on a temple wall,
B stands tall where whispers answer the call.
[Verse] [rock-rap male voice]
I trace the lines with a humming pen,
ornate echoes circle back again.
Thick borders guard a quiet heartbeat,
inside the loops, a vintage street.
A banner of shadow folds through the light,
tattooed vows etched deep through the night.
The lined surface hums a patient cue,
as history hums in a measured hue.
[Chorus] [rock-rap female voice]
B, bold as a memory that won’t fade,
B, in every curl a story is made.
Let the flourishes guard the secret flame,
in black and white, we write our name.
[Verse] [rock-rap male voice]
I walk the margins where the ink runs free,
patterns weave codes of who I used to be.
Center stage, the letter wears its crown,
a silent chorus in a lined-up town.
Each curl a doorway to a memory’s door,
a vintage whisper asking for more.
If the page could speak, it would confess
the strength that grows from a careful finesse.
[Chorus] [rock-rap female voice]
B, bold as a memory that won’t fade,
B, in every curl a story is made.
Let the flourishes guard the secret flame,
in black and white, we write our name.
[Bridge] [dark slow spoken male]
Between the strokes I hear a soft refrain,
a pulse of old hearts beating through the grain.
The light leaning close to study the craft,
a timeless tattoo tracing my past.
[Chorus] [rock-rap female voice]
B, bold as a memory that won’t fade,
B, in every curl a story is made.
Let the flourishes guard the secret flame,
in black and white, we write our name.
[dark metal guitar solo]
[Outro] [dark robotic rock-rap voice]
Close the book and let the lines reside,
the letter lingers where the shadows glide.
[End fading]
GrizzlyJones
