In the depths where the ripples collide,
I’m chasing dreams on this grindwave ride,
Colors spill from a shattered prism,
Each heartbeat’s echo, life’s raw rhythm.
Tidal waves crash in the night,
Pulses racing, ready for flight,
Step in the circle, feel the embrace,
In the chaos, we find our place.
Flicker like strobe lights, rising above,
Lost in the sound, but we’re made of love,
Breaking down barriers, no holding back,
Feel the surge when we’re on this track.
Whispers of shadows dance on the screen,
Life’s a movie; we’re living the scene,
Every misstep, every fall,
Turns into wisdom, we hear the call.
On the grindwave, we don’t fade away,
In the prism, reflections will play,
Let the ripples stretch far and wide,
In this chaos, we’ll never hide.
Surging forward, never look back,
Chasing the minutes we wish to stack,
With every heartbeat, we own the night,
Together we rise, igniting the light.
So here’s to the moments, electric and bold,
To the dreams we ignite and the stories we told,
In the chaos, we’ve learned to thrive,
Through the surge of our souls, we’re truly alive.
As the last note lingers, the echoes will fade,
But this life we create, it can’t be betrayed.
Trap
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