Neon

(Intro)

(A low, pulsing sub-bass fades in, matching the slow tempo of a heartbeat)

(A moody, melancholic cello cuts through the darkness with a weeping melody)

(Gravelly, fragile baritone whisper, close to the mic: "The signal... I missed the signs...")

(Verse 1)

Gold on the spreadsheet, gold in the room

I’m tracing the patterns that lead to my doom

A 4 is hot crimson, a 7 is deep blue

But I lost the logic while looking for you

The scent of the coffee, a sharp jagged line

A sensory friction, a break in design

The city’s a frequency burning my eyes

And I’m just a ghost in a suit of disguise.

(Pre-Chorus)

But the signal’s getting crowded

It’s a slow-motion crash

The colors start to bleed

In a silent alarm flash

The static starts to shimmer

The edges start to fray

I need the heavy rain

To wash the noise away.

(Chorus)

Overloaded, under fire

Walking on a burning wire

Let me sink into the quiet

Where the colors turn to white

Deep dive, low tide

Nowhere left for me to hide

System reset, breathe in slow

This is where the numbers go.

(Drop / Instrumental Break)

(The hypnotic deep house groove kicks in—a driving, soulful, syncopated bassline)

(The moody cello wraps around the pulsing beat like a dark ribbon)

(Fragile, gravelly vocal chops echoing in the background: "Breathe... Reset... Low tide...")

(Verse 2)

My skin is still humming with neon and light

A beautiful violence that swallows the night

I should have retreated an hour ago

Before the crescendo, the slipstream flow

My internal clock is a second behind

Collecting the debris of a beautiful mind

The weight of every fragment is taking control

A glitch in the network, a glitch in the soul.

(Bridge)

(The driving bass drops out, leaving only the raw, gravelly baritone, fragile and naked)

(A solitary, mournful cello plucks a slow, hypnotic rhythm underneath)

It’s not a lack of feeling

It’s feeling every spark

I’m a prism catching too much light

While dancing in the dark

Stop the clock, kill the feed

This is the mercy that I need.

(Chorus)

Overloaded, under fire

Walking on a burning wire

Let me sink into the quiet

Where the colors turn to white

Deep dive, low tide

Nowhere left for me to hide

System reset, breathe in slow

This is where the numbers go.

(Outro)

(The deep house groove returns, but muffled, as if heard through a heavy concrete wall)

(The baritone vocal gets rougher, more fragile, slowly fading out)

System reset...

In the white...

I missed the sign...

Wait for the echo...

(The bass stops, leaving one final, long, melancholic cello note that fades into total silence)

(Whisper: "Clear.")