[Verse 1]
Neon on my knuckles, city on my tongue,
I bite down on the blackout ’til the streetlights hum.
Radio of rebels in a feedback rain,
Plug the cord in your heartbeat—feel the overdrive pain.
Billboards preach gold while the alleys preach truth,
I tune my scars like strings and I strum back youth.
Every note is a lockpick, every word is a code,
Torch the script of the tower, let the mainframe implode.
[Pre-Chorus]
If your future’s been fenced by a barbed-wire sky,
Cut it with a chorus, set the night on fire.
[Chorus]
Raise your chrome to the ceiling, let the glass gods fall,
We’re a spark in the circuit that outshines it all.
I’ve got a silver anthem in a gasoline throat,
If the city won’t listen, we’ll make the skyline choke.
Hey—shout it louder, make the ghost lights bend,
We are not their product; we are the dead end’s end.
[Verse 2]
Credit chimes whisper like a lover’s lie,
Drones bloom black over avenues dry.
Executives of heaven selling hell in a suit,
But the crowd tunes in when the amps take root.
Hammer down the downbeat, let the riot sing clean,
Print a passport to freedom on the drum machine.
Your shadow is a weapon when the neon is thin,
Load the magazine of silence, let the chorus begin.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the gate is a promise they signed in your blood,
Kick it with a kick drum—let it break like a flood.
[Chorus]
Raise your chrome to the ceiling, let the glass gods fall,
We’re a spark in the circuit that outshines it all.
I’ve got a silver anthem in a gasoline throat,
If the city won’t listen, we’ll make the skyline choke.
Hey—shout it louder, make the ghost lights bend,
We are not their product; we are the dead end’s end.
[Post-Chorus]
Heart like a railgun, breath like a blade,
Dance on the faultline we were never meant to evade.
[Bridge]
I carved names of the fallen on the backs of my hands,
Turned grief into thunder, built a church out of bands.
If I crash in the chorus, press record on the stars—
Let the tape keep running through the rusted bars.
I’m the rumor in the alley, I’m the spark under skin,
Where a promise meets a riot and both learn to begin.
[Breakdown]
Hush—hear the city confess in a spark,
Count—four, three, two… strike in the dark.
Boots on the rooftop, truth on the wire,
Fists full of feedback, lungs full of fire.
[Final Chorus]
Raise your chrome to the ceiling, let the glass gods fall,
We’re a spark in the circuit that outshines it all.
I’ve got a silver anthem in a gasoline throat,
If the city won’t listen, we’ll make the skyline choke.
Hey—pull the future out the corporate pen,
We are not their product; we are the dead end’s end.
[Outro]
When the smoke draws halos over streets that bled,
We’ll tune the night to freedom and play it ’til it’s red.
City, take your crown off; let the dawn come in—
The riff keeps living where the steel gives in.
