A fractured pulse on the concrete line, Counting the seconds in the flashing sign. Metallic whispers in the cold commute, We're walking shadows in a tailored suit. The grid is locked, the static grows, But beneath the asphalt, a current flows. Gravity tilts, The colors bleed into white. Focus pulling sharp, I’m stepping out of the night! Kinetic overdrive! Shatter the glass, rewind the fall, We are the pulse that breaks the wall. No looking back at the monochrome skyline, Living the rush on the very edge of the fault line! Electric signals through the optic nerve, Forget the straight line, embrace the curve. The oxygen burns, a chemical spark, Leaving a trail of phosphor in the dark. Gravity tilts, The colors bleed into white. Focus pulling sharp, I’m stepping out of the night! Kinetic overdrive! Shatter the glass, rewind the fall, We are the pulse that breaks the wall. No looking back at the monochrome skyline, Living the rush on the very edge of the fault line! In the spaces between the beats... I find my breath. And I scream it out! Kinetic overdrive! Shatter the glass, rewind the fall, We are the pulse that breaks the wall. No looking back at the monochrome skyline, Living the rush on the very edge of the fault line! The fault line... Pulse fading into the dawn.
