Cyberpunk

CriticalVerse - Cyberpunk Lyrics: Neon bleeding, city feeding on a broken street, Boots keep hitting, metal rhythm with a savage beat, Sirens crying, systems dying when the code collapse, Corp dogs hunting, scanning something in the data maps. Rust in my teeth, cold beneath all the chrome I breathe, Cheap wired veins, loop the pain that I can’t delete, Barcode skin, scan within, yeah they own my face, Ghost in motion, lost in oceans of a data chase. They sell the air, strip it bare, then they lock the sky, Feed you lies, monetize every breath you buy, Run or hide, still inside every system trace, No escape, mapped in shape, every move replaced. Rip the wires, kill the liars, tear it from my spine, Burn the grid, what they hid, watch the whole world fry, We’re not living, just a given, in their machine, Cold and hollow, numbers follow, on a shattered screen. No more saviors, just behaviors that they overwrite, Drone existence, no resistance, in the neon light, If it’s scripted, system-rigged, then I cross the line, Crash the program, go full problem, break the grand design. Backstreet deals, numb the feels with a chipped-out brain, Code injections, false connections just to kill the pain, Kids with triggers, broken figures with a vacant stare, Sell illusions, mass confusion, like we even care. Neon ads, make you mad in your optic nerve, “Buy your life”, pay the price that you don’t deserve, Click agreement, soul depletion, now your fate is sealed, Digital prison, no decision, everything concealed. Static heartbeat, skip-repeat in my chest tonight, Fail detection, no connection to a human light, If I’m falling, system calling, will I feel the ground, Or just glitch out, lights switched out, never make a sound? Rip the wires, kill the liars, tear it from my spine, Burn the grid, what they hid, watch the whole world fry, We’re not living, just a given, in their machine, Cold and hollow, numbers follow, on a shattered screen. No more saviors, just behaviors that they overwrite, Drone existence, no resistance, in the neon light, If it’s scripted, system-rigged, then I cross the line, Crash the program, go full problem, break the grand design. Neon hell, empty shell, what a time to be, Souls for sale, glitch for sale — that’s the luxury, Cut the leash, no release, still I fight inside, If I’m doomed, let it bloom, I won’t just comply. Break code, explode, overload in my brain, No peace, increase, all I feel is the strain, No reset, just debt, carved deep in my core, We don’t heal, we just deal, till we’re nothing no more. Rip the wires, kill the liars, tear it from my spine, Burn the grid, what they hid, watch the whole world fry, We’re not living, just a given, in their machine, Cold and hollow, numbers follow, on a shattered screen. No more saviors, just behaviors that they overwrite, Drone existence, no resistance, in the neon light, If it’s scripted, system-rigged, then I cross the line, Crash the program, go full problem, break the grand design. --- The music was generated using artificial intelligence algorithms, the song is intended for entertainment purposes.