Neon Bleed Through the Cracks

(Iconic drum and bass fused pounding 808 basslines, intimate male-female narrative vocals in a Phonograph cylinder echoes)

(Intro – low, atmospheric)

Yeah…

No clock… just alerts…

No night… just cycles…

Stay up… switch off…

Stay up… switch off…

Eyes on pane… don’t drift…

Seat still warm… take the shift…

Thread alive… don’t break…

Hold the line… stay awake…

(Hook – Female Vocal, glitch-chop)

Sleep in a chair, yeah, I’m clockin’ in dreams

Short blackout window, then I’m back on the screen

Heartbeat sync with the hum in the seams

TTL low but it’s holding the stream

Sleep in a chair, yeah, I fade then I rise

One eye closed, one eye parse through the lies

Packets fall but the pattern feels dry

No alert fired… that’s the reason I try

(Verse 1 – Male Vocal, smooth)

Chair lean back but the spine stays locked

Glass in my face, never really log off

Neon bleed through the cracks in the blind

Every ping leave a trace in the back of my mind

Coffee went cold but the thread still live

Runbook hands, I don’t think, just drive

Signature clean but the feeling don’t fit

That’s the kind of gap where the quiet ones sit

Used to dream deep, now it fragments and splits

No full restore, just partial commits

Micro-sleep blink then I’m pulled to the pane

By a soft anomaly that don’t carry a name

### MOVEMENT II: THE SPIKE

(Bridge – Detached / Floating)

No lullaby, just tone on repeat

No full dream, just code underneath

We don’t break, we just bend to the thread

We don’t sleep, we just idle instead

Clock skew creeping, I feel it in phase

Lost a few seconds I can’t re-raise

Never deep, never safe, never through

Just a queue and a pane and a shift to renew

(Verse 2 – Tighter cadence, Female Hype)

Queue building…

Don’t clear… don’t clear…

Queue stack high, I can feel the weight

No alert spike but it’s far from safe

East-west drift in a silent state

That’s the kind of move that don’t show late

Packets land but they land too clean

No jitter in the line, no in-between

That’s the kind of flow that don’t stay real

That’s the kind of calm that don’t reveal

🔥 (Hyper Build – Snare roll accelerates)

Low and slow—still it grows

No one sees—how it flows

Out-of-band—no exposed

That’s the lane—it chose

💥 (DROP – Aggressive, Bass-driven)

Queue—don’t clear

Hold—right here

No—signal spike

Still—ain’t right

(Verse 3 – Male Vocal, Smooth over Peak Energy)

Hash all match but the file don’t sit

Check the checksum, I don’t commit

Clock skew lean just a fraction bit

That’s the kind of shift that don’t legit

Thread still live but it stretch too thin

Too many pulls and it might not spin

If I drop now then the line cave in

So I lock in deeper and I lean within

(Outro)

No alert—no trace

Still feel—displaced

System—too straight

That’s how—it breaks

Queue still building…

Still building…

(Fade to static)