Neon Veins and Velvet Silence
The city doesn't sleep, it just vibrates with a low-frequency
Desire Line
Electric Veins in a Neon Concrete Jungle
The city is a cold machine, all steel and glass humming with
Prism Heartbeat in a Concrete Jungle
I am a fracture of light in this gray city. They call
Saffron Skies & Salt-Stained Skin
I left the city with a suitcase full of deadlines and a
Olive Skin, Salt Air, and a Heartbeat Out of Time
I left the glass towers of Tokyo behind with nothing but a
Sun-Drenched Skin and Concrete Heartbeats
The city is a machine that never stops grinding, but here under
Lace Shadows and Neon Veins
The city screams in a frequency I can’t tune out, but
Sun-Drenched Skin and Silent Vows
I’ve spent three years breathing in the smog of a city
Neon Pulse, Saltwater Skin
The city is a concrete beast that never sleeps, always hungry, always
Thaw in the Concrete Jungle
The city is a relentless machine, grinding us down into fine, grey
Salt, Sand, and the Ghost of You
The city was too loud, a cacophony of sirens and concrete hunger
Golden Hour Ache
The city is a concrete throat, always swallowing us whole with its