Sirens Over Silk

Chorus

Rise, cold steel on my feet I step

Grit in my bones when the night gets wet

They stare but they don’t know respect

Bags and rags turn silk, collect

Rise, street eyes on a soul reborn

Ghosts in the wind when the world gets worn

Grip in the grime, couture is sworn

Not me, no— I move at dawn

Hook

Rise rise rise

Runway, don’t lie down

Step up

Verse 2

HABS bags, holding dreams in hand

From tarpaulin floors to designer brand

Run the cold, we command the land

Threads stitched from the grit and the sand

Rags turned to tweed with the fight in my stance

No velvet seat, just a street advance

They want it neat but the truth won’t dance

Lines on my face from a night’s expanse

Pre-Chorus

Casa dreams in a silent haze

Standards risen, set them ablaze

Old cold nights now set the stage

We don’t bow out, we set new ways

Chorus

Rise, cold steel on my feet I step

Grit in my bones when the night gets wet

They stare but they don’t know respect

Bags and rags turn silk, collect

Rise, street eyes on a soul reborn

Ghosts in the wind when the world gets worn

Grip in the grime, couture is sworn

Not me, no— I move at dawn

Hook

Rise rise rise

Runway, don’t lie down

Step up