Digital Dawn

[Chorus] Six AM, the city breathes, My tired eyes, a world it weaves. Red numbers jump, a digital sigh, While concrete giants touch the sky. This coffee's cold, the steam has fled, Another night, another dread. Which train to catch, I cannot tell, Lost in this urban, morning spell. [Verse] Wrinkled suit, a second skin, From convenience store, where the night begins And ends so slow, a blurry haze, Through endless aisles and fluorescent maze. My body aches, a heavy chain, But overhead, the sky's aflame. Gray-blue mist, a soft embrace, As skyscrapers rise with silent grace. [Pre-Chorus] Phone screens glow, a vacant stare, No one else feels this despair. Just the rumble, low and deep, Promises the city keeps. [Chorus] Six AM, the city breathes, My tired eyes, a world it weaves. Red numbers jump, a digital sigh, While concrete giants touch the sky. This coffee's cold, the steam has fled, Another night, another dread. Which train to catch, I cannot tell, Lost in this urban, morning spell. [Verse] The platform hums a steady drone, Each face a story, yet unknown. Blurred announcements, soft and low, Where do these metal serpents go? My footsteps echo, soft and faint, A lonely soul, without complaint. Just watching light begin to creep, While half the world is still asleep. [Pre-Chorus] My mind is numb, my thoughts adrift, A fragile, morning, fleeting gift. I see the dawn, a hopeful gleam, But still I'm caught within a dream. [Chorus] Six AM, the city breathes, My tired eyes, a world it weaves. Red numbers jump, a digital sigh, While concrete giants touch the sky. This coffee's cold, the steam has fled, Another night, another dread. Which train to catch, I cannot tell, Lost in this urban, morning spell. [Bridge] Is this the start, or is it end? On which track should my life depend? The engine's whisper, drawing near, Dispelling doubt, or fueling fear? I taste the metal, feel the chill, Standing perfectly still. [Chorus] Six AM, the city breathes, My tired eyes, a world it weaves. Red numbers jump, a digital sigh, While concrete giants touch the sky. This coffee's cold, the steam has fled, Another night, another dread. Which train to catch, I cannot tell, Lost in this urban, morning spell. [Outro]