Static hums ripple through the endless plains, 霓虹渗透落日的薄膜， the Serpent King coils between fractured signals, a shadow threading the architecture of the void. 将梦境织入崩裂的航线， we drift, unmoored in the ruins of time. 尘封的回响在波浪中瓦解， our love, an algorithmic loop, folds endlessly across spectral horizons. 蛇王，遗忘的主宰， slipping through the fractures of the real. He consumes rhythm, devouring the pulse of sound, 直到意义瓦解，被吞噬，被重构。 The Serpent King, a glitch in the eternal refrain, 柔软摇滚与低保真在此永存， echoing softly in the fractures of the sublime. Pixels bloom, then collapse into spectral voids, 碎片漂浮在引力之外的边界。 The vinyl fractures, each skip a tear in the membrane of memory. 细语穿透无序的网络， ghosts flicker like serpents in the data stream. 在裸露的天空下，我们书写爱， a fragile syntax bending against the light. 蛇王的微笑隐藏无限的空洞， his gaze splinters into prisms of infinity. 蛇王，现实的漏洞， a flicker between signal and silence. He devours rhythm, a phantom pulse dissolving, 直到音符化作光，光化作空白。 The Serpent King, an eternal distortion, 柔软摇滚与低保真的梦在裂隙中延展， infinite in the fault lines of existence. 电路裂纹绽放苍白的光， a topology of broken code breathing softly. 数据溶解成蛇形的涟漪， each curve a venomous caress. 我们沉溺在崩溃的边缘， 爱得太深，像低频的失真。 蛇王的笑声是切割黑夜的刀锋， carving through the recursive fabric of void. 回声消散，黑胶在旋转中衰退， its spiral an endless invocation of decay. 蛇王，渐行渐远， dissolving into the luminous fractures of the unreal. 故障的波浪，从夜至昼无声翻滚， soft distortions stretch infinite and bare. 柔软摇滚在坠落中翩然， a serpent’s reign, 是无序的永恒乐章，遥远而绝美。
