Neon Hive Revenge

Neon hive, chrome on the skyline, Pulse of the city beating binary time. Skycars hum like restless machines, Dreams streamed live in electric blue scenes. Aug lenses whisper, soft data rain, Faces curated, feelings pre-programmed pain. Market of moments, buy back your past, Time's on a timer and memories don't last. Future shock in the game-world night, Hearts go offline under pixel light. Loading salvation in fractured minds, Win or respawn—what were we trying to find? Synthetic prophets on towers of glass, Selling new futures, promises pass. Ghosts in the server still learn how to grieve, Code keeps the faith that we choose to believe. Throttle your heartbeat, hack through the glare, Trade all your fears for a branded prayer. Heroes with glitches, saints with a lag, Hope on a cartridge, hope in a bag. Future shock—when tomorrow's a lie, When yesterday's currency fades on the fly. We press start, fade out, and pretend to be whole, In a world that keeps patching the holes in our souls. Rise of the players who remember the dirt, Unplug the chorus of curated hurt. Find the hum beneath the glass and the chrome, Carve out a place that we can call home. Future shock, but we still breathe slow, Relearn the language only the living know. When the servers sleep and the skyline goes dark, We'll keep the light—one small human spark.