In the city where the lights flicker,
Midnight static swirls and lingers.
Caught between a heartbeat and a sigh,
We chase the echoes of a neon sky.
Broken signals crackle in the night,
Whispers of stories, souls taking flight.
In alleys where the shadows lean,
We find the rebel pulse of what could have been.
Electric dreams pulse through our veins,
Sonic scars from the love and the pain.
We dance like ghosts in the neon glow,
Holding on to the things we’ll never know.
With every step, we break the chains,
Searching for freedom in ghostly terrains.
The city hums with a haunting beat,
Entwined in a rhythm, raw and bittersweet.
Through the alleys where echoes collide,
We've lost our way but we'll never hide.
Together we'll weave our own escape,
In the heart of darkness, we'll find our shape.
As dawn approaches, the shadows fade,
But the rebel whispers in us won’t die, unafraid.
In the silence after midnight’s hue,
We'll carry the scars, paint the world anew.
So let’s embrace the electric streams,
With every heartbeat, reignite our dreams.
Though urban ghosts might drift away,
We'll be the light that defies the gray.
In the end, we rise, resolve and brave,
Leaving behind the echoes of the brave.
Where once were echoes, now a song of peace,
In the heart of the city, may our spirits cease.
Alternative
Urban ghosts, Midnight static, Broken signals, Rebel pulse, Electric dreams, Sonic scars, Neon whispers
Alternative
Urban ghosts, Midnight static, Broken signals, Rebel pulse, Electric dreams, Sonic scars, Neon whispers