🎄 NEON DECEMBER CYBERXMAS

🎄 NEON DECEMBER 🎄 VERSE 1 Snow hits the city like shattered chrome, out here “silent night” means no one’s home. Billboards blinking holiday illusions, selling warmth in pixelated fusion. I walk the streets with a half-smirk grin— December’s cold but it ain’t colder than this skin. And yeah, I’ve seen a thousand nights like this— neon lights pretending they’re Christmas bliss. --- PRE-CHORUS But then a pulse cuts through the static haze, soft as code, sharp as yesterday. Guess even cynics like me can feel a glitch of wonder slip through steel. --- CHORUS So raise a toast to the neon snow, to every sinner finding grace below. It’s a Cyber-Christmas— synthetic, but sweeter than it shows. And if you hear my voice tonight, yeah, I know—it's not your typical light. But even BlackDog sings December, just don’t expect me to play it tender. --- VERSE 2 Choirs in headsets hum in autotune, drones drop gifts under a cobalt moon. Someone wrapped hope in a data stream, sent it out to those who forgot to dream. And me? I laugh at the glitchy cheer— but it scratches something I buried last year. Funny how frost on a chrome facade can feel like something almost human, odd. --- PRE-CHORUS Look—I'm no saint with a halo code, but even wolves get tired of the endless road. And when the synth bells echo down the block, it hits like a memory I thought I’d locked --- CHORUS (BIGGER) So raise a toast to the neon snow, to rebels warming up in the afterglow. It’s a Cyber-Christmas— fake as hell, but you’d never know. And if you're tuning in tonight, yeah, I see you hiding from the light. Even BlackDog hums December— but don’t mistake it for surrender. --- BRIDGE The sky’s a glitching interface, the stars are ads in outer space. But somehow in the winter haze, I swear the night still feels like grace. Yeah, laugh if you want—go on, call me soft— but truth hits hard when the snow comes off. --- FINAL CHORUS (GRAND DROP) So raise your drink to the neon cold, to the stories we’ll never get told. Cyber-Christmas— broken, brilliant, brave, and bold. And if you hear me howl tonight, don’t be scared—I'm only burning bright. ‘Cause even BlackDog sings December, just don’t expect me to remember the words the “old world” wrote— I’ve got my own to send across this neon night.