The Bangkok Protocol 2

[Intro] [Verse 1] At sixty-one, it’s a crime to lose your head, To bring a young angel to a cynical bed. Every time I fell for a face too bright, It ended in a bloody, metaphorical fight. But you know the rules of the midnight game — Never say never to a dangerous flame. I met her online, in the Bangkok stream, A perfect silhouette, a high-tech dream. She said she loved the vintage, loved my low-end sound, The sharpest, sweetest trap that I have ever found. [Chorus] One night in Bangkok, and the matrix is high! You can taste the treason underneath the sky. It’s a cyber-tango, a K-pop sin, Watch the alternative realities spin. An A-minor heartbreak, a digital cage, A brand-new trap on a ruined page. I wanted pure passion, I wanted the thrill, Surrendering my logic to her dangerous will! [Verse 2] I booked the flight, I arrived at the floor, Ready to knock upon her penthouse door. The lock clicked open, the lights were so dim, I expected a goddess, elegant and slim. But there was no woman, no flesh, and no skin... Just a hologram projector where the files begin. My ex-wife was sitting at her terminal screen, Laughing like a demon through the cold machine. She built the avatar, she wrote the code, To dump my heavy heart on a digital road. [Bridge] (The heavy beat drops out completely. Only a thick, pulsing sub-bass and a хрустальный перебор африканской коры. The low baritone voice whispers with a cold, ironic smirk) Never say never... That’s what I said. Now I’m dating a virus, In a Bangkok bed. [Outro] Access denied. She got me again. Shut it down. (Fade out with a loud mechanical camera click and total silence)