[Verse 1] Bare feet in incense haze, Canvas walls, my childhood maze. Secondhand jackets, laughter and smoke, Mama sang blues when the morning broke. Books of poetry under tangled hair, Spirit guides danced through the air. Lizard king in a vinyl trance, Took my hand, led me to chance. [Chorus 1] Electric prophets found me lost, Ash and ember, lines I crossed. Songs like shelter in the night— Built my hope, sparked my fight. Ghosts of fathers, shadows long, Lightning voices, punk and strong. Each new chorus, bolder sung— Electric prophets, make me young. [Verse 2] Uncle in the rainbow haze, Six-string spells, those purple days. Whispered colors, secrets spun, Lessons learned while on the run. Mother’s hug was gospel deep, Soul and tears that couldn’t sleep. She taught me grace in troubled times, Pulled my sorrow into rhymes. [Chorus 2] Electric prophets found me wild, From broken dreams to feral child. Songs like smoke against the sky— Pulled me up, taught me why. Now those voices, in my heart, Guided me through every part. Each new chorus, bolder sung— Electric prophets, make me young. [Bridge] Punk prophet with a crooked grin, Taught resistance from within. Urban queen—eyes of glass, First forbidden midnight dance. Neon pulse and anxious beats, I found myself in shadowed streets. Noise and passion, aching lungs, Dove in deep where grunge begun. [Chorus 3] Electric prophets, now I stand, Shaped by fire, song, and hand. Every struggle, every scar— Turned to melody and star. Raise my voice for all I’ve done— Singing now, I am the one. Each new chorus, life begun— Electric prophets, I am young. [Outro] Through chaos, smoke and neon days, Music lit my crooked ways. Bohemian blood, borrowed truth, Electric prophets, endless youth.
