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Verse 1)

In the neon glow of a silent street

Another ghost with a crooked smile and tired feet

The hum of the city, a lullaby of dread

Echoes of a past that's better off dead

(Chorus)

And the stars they bleed, a cosmic mess

Another promise that broke, another lie confessed

I'm a black hole sun in a plastic sky

Just another satellite, born to burn and die

Yeah, born to burn and die

(Verse 2)

Shadows twist on the peeling paint

A saccharine sweet world that's just a faint

Memory of a feeling, a hollowed-out soul

Losing control to an empty hole

(Chorus)

And the stars they bleed, a cosmic mess

Another promise that broke, another lie confessed

I'm a black hole sun in a plastic sky

Just another satellite, born to burn and die

Yeah, born to burn and die

(Bridge)

(Guitar solo - soaring and melodic, but with a sharp, fuzzed-out edge. It builds in intensity, a controlled chaos that feels both desperate and beautiful)

(Outro)

(The music slows, the distortion fades slightly, leaving a lingering, haunting echo)

And all the pretty dreams just turn to rust

Just like dust...

Just like dust...

(The final notes ring out and then vanish into silence)