Wicked for Good

Streetlights flicker, I’m the shadow pulling strings. Knives and whispers, I’m the storm that chaos Brings. Every deal’s a razor, cuts Deeper than they see. I rule this concrete jungle, But it’s caging me. Ash and iron in my blood, I’m built to Stand. Carving paths through fire with these Steady hands. In the dark, I’m searching for a way to Mend. This heart of ash and iron, It’ll fight until the end. Midnight’s heavy, Guilt a ghost that won’t let go. Faces in the dark, the ones I’ll never show. Cigarette burns slowly, Like the lies I’ve had to weave. In this quiet, I’m a man who’s scared to grieve. Ash and iron in my blood, I’m built to Stand. Carving paths through fire with these steady Hands. In the dark, I’m searching for a Way to mend. This heart of ash and iron, it’ll fight Until the end. Dawn creeps softly, Jen’s smile breaks the gray. Gina’s voice, a lifeline, keeps the cold at bay. I see a road beyond this, where the bloodshed Fades to dust. But freedom’s just a whisper in a world I Can’t trust. London’s pulse is mine, Every crack, every sin. Every wound’s a chord where my soul Begins. This song’s my defiance, let it rumble through the Stone. A fixer’s heart still beating, Never walks alone. Ash and iron in my blood, I’m built to Stand. Carving paths through fire with these Steady hands. In the dark, I’m searching for a way to Mend. This heart of ash and iron, It’ll fight until the end. Rain keeps falling, but the city hears my Call. A spark in ash and iron, Rising through it all. This beat will carry forward, through the alleys, Through the pain. A hymn for broken warriors in the London Rain.