In the heart of the night where the shadows dance,
We wander through the echoes, lost in our trance.
With distorted faces under flickering lights,
Caught in the chaos, we’re chasing the heights.
Electric storms rumble, they crackle and spark,
Whispers of hope in the depths of the dark.
Caught in the gravity, time slips like sand,
We clutch at the moments that slip through our hands.
When the city is breathing, it’s alive and awake,
Every pulse of the neon, it’s ours to take.
Threads of unraveling seams pull tight in the breeze,
As we chase down tomorrow, the world bends with ease.
In a whirl of emotion, we’re spinning too fast,
Yet the dreams that we gather hold tight to the past.
Through the haze and the shimmer, we fight through the storm,
Navigating these currents, we’re finding our form.
In the glow of the night, we are fearless and free,
With every electric heartbeat, we write our decree.
So let’s dance with the echoes, embrace what we are,
In this tapestry woven, we’ve come from so far.
With each moment we seize, as we step into fate,
The future is shining—no need to debate.
Underneath this raw sky, there’s a light that we know,
Together we’ll rise in this neon glow.
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Neon glow, distorted faces, electric storms, chasing time, unraveling seams
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Neon glow, distorted faces, electric storms, chasing time, unraveling seams