Verse 1

Stone and wire, city-blood and neon vein,

I walk the corridor where echoes trade their names.

Clock-hands argue with a sky that will not yield —

Every tick’s a promise carved into a battlefield.

Shadows multiply like memories that never learned to die,

Fingers tracing constellations on the underside of night.

I taste the ash of endings, still the ember turns to light,

A whispered map, a broken compass pointing “reignite.”

Pre-Chorus

The floor gives way but not the will to rise,

Beneath the ruin, furnace-hope survives.

We stitch the fissures with the songs we sing,

Unfold the dawn, fold it back, begin again.

Chorus

It’s never the end — it’s only where the journey bends,

A seam of stars that calls us in to mend.

Through every ruin we ascend, transform, transcend —

It’s never the end; we break and then extend.

Verse 2

Mirrors in the alley keep the ledger of my face,

Each reflection trades a lesson for a trace.

The ghosts of good intentions line the avenues with rust,

But faith is harder metal; faith will not combust.

I learned to read the margins where the future scribes its pleas,

Between the thunder of the pulse and silence on the breeze.

We build cathedrals from the rubble of our deeds,

Stone by stubborn stone, with every planted seed.

Pre-Chorus 

If sorrow is a teacher, then courage takes the test,

We calibrate the heartbeat till the fractured parts invest.

Breathe slow — the furnace knows the way to burn,

We shape the ashes, and from ash the saplings learn.

Chorus

It’s never the end — these arcs return with different names,

A spiral of becoming that outlives all frames.

From the fracture comes a path that calls and reclaims —

It’s never the end; the spark survives the flames.

Bridge 

Between the final letter and the pause before the page,

There’s an open window where we slip the world’s old cage.

Listen: even silence carries cadence, carries sign —

A patient algebra, a pulse that marks the line.

If the horizon swallow’s reasons, let the heart contrive,

A compass not of iron, but of what keeps us alive.

Mid-Song Refrain 

Not demise, but metamorphosis; not severance, but seam.

We are the river’s problem and its answer in a dream.

Count the losses, chart the gains — both ledger and lament,

Then flip the page: the narrative resists a single end.

Breakdown 

When the heavens pitch their weight and promises collapse,

We harness gravity and teach our spirits how to clasp.

No curtain drops for those who learn to lift the stage,

We turn catastrophes into the scaffolding of age.

(SOLO)

Final Chorus 

It’s never the end — the road rewrites in flame and dust,

A phoenix habit born of iron, sweat, and trust.

Every scar’s a starbook where new constellations thrust —

It’s never the end; from fracture comes our must.

Outro 

So when the light recedes and all the banners bend,

Remember: every ending is a doorway, not the end.

We keep the map inside, the ember and the friend —

Perpetual ascent, perpetual amend.