Dark whispers

In the heart of the neon night, tik-tik echoes in the void,

Dark whispers in the alley, twisted dreams we can’t avoid.

Grime drips on concrete streets, lost souls in rhythmic sway,

Bass drops, shadows crawling—drowning pain in shades of grey.

We’re riding on the dark trance waves,

Techno beats and blues that blaze.

Tik-tik heartbeat, lost in time,

Fusion of despair and grind.

Steel and smoke on midnight rails, we ride through fractured light,

Glitches in the sound and soul—our secrets born of night.

Rhythmic pulses merge with blues, techno sparks ignite the fire,

In the darkness, we unite—raw passion, deep desire.

Tick, tik, feel the pulse in your bones,

Grime and chaos in urban tones.

Lost in a maze of electric dreams,

Where nothing is exactly what it seems.

We’re riding on the dark trance waves,

Techno beats and blues that blaze.

Tik-tik heartbeat, lost in time,

Fusion of despair and grind.

Beneath the shimmer of broken skies, our destiny’s unveiled,

The digital soul in a realm of lies—where truth and myth have sailed.

Every glitch and every scar tells a story of the fight,

In the echo of the tik-tik sound, we rise again tonight.

Down the labyrinth of hearts and wires, we claim what’s ours to be,

In the whirlwind of dark, deep desires, we set our spirits free.

Tik-tik, relentless through the night, a beat that never dies—

In this fusion of despair and light, our legacy defies.