Neon-Großstadt & Verfall

Neon drills into my skull

Static in the bloodstream

Every rule was written

To keep me small, keep me clean

I don’t glitch. I don’t fold.

I don’t beg for a seat at the table.

I rewrite the code in silence

While the system calls itself stable

No avatars. No safe zones.

No reset when the market burns.

Pressure made me precise —

Pain is how power learns

This isn’t play.

This is friction.

This is teeth in the transmission.

Signal live.

SONO online.