In a world where the shadows play,
Electric blues shine in shades of gray,
Every note a rebel cry,
Through the wires, the silent storm flies.
Broken systems, they rust and decay,
Hollow echoes drown dreams in dismay,
Digital wounds carved deep in the night,
A fleeting moment, lost in the light.
Dance with the ghosts in the fading glow,
Whispers of secrets only we know,
Laid down in rhythms of forgotten lore,
We raise our voices, yet still want more.
The city breathes as the moon sets the stage,
A cacophony of hearts turning the page,
In this chaos, we find our own way,
Riding the current where rebels can sway.
Static hums through the stillness we crave,
A melody born from the way we behave,
As worlds collide in that electric embrace,
We lose ourselves in this timeless space.
Yet the night shatters like glass under strain,
Every dream stained with the weight of the pain,
But within the echoes, a resilience thrives,
We’ll carry our scars just to feel alive.
So let the hollow echoes guide our refrain,
In the midnight static, we'll dance through the rain,
Finding our strength in the shadows we sow,
As the silent storm rages, together we grow.
In the end, we’ll blaze like a fading star,
From the ashes we rise, no matter how far,
With every echo, we'll ignite the night,
Finding our future in the flickering light.
Alternative
Electric blues, Midnight static, Rebel cry, Hollow echoes, Digital wounds, Broken systems, Silent storm
Alternative
Electric blues, Midnight static, Rebel cry, Hollow echoes, Digital wounds, Broken systems, Silent storm