After the flame pt. 2

Ash on chrome, night runs slow,

Bassline low where the embers glow.

City in my mirror, stars in my lane,

Heart still moving — after the flame.

Pressure made diamonds, pain made skill,

Now I dance where the fire stood still.

After the flame, I breathe again,

Cool light dripping on my skin.

Pulse on beat, I shed the blame,

Floating through smoke, after the flame.

(yeah)

Silver pulse in my veins,

Heat gone — rhythm remains.

Fire fades, but I still feel,

Iron heart, light and real.