Sapphire Breath in a Concrete Jungle
I used to be just another ghost haunting the steel canyons of
Desire Line
Neon Pulse, Velvet Touch
The city screams in neon red behind me—a towering skeleton of
Neon Veins and Velvet Silence
The city doesn't sleep, it just vibrates with a low-frequency
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
