[Start] [Intro Rap – Ambient Dissonance, Humming Machines] (x2) A city broken, the neon’s flicker fades, Echoes of the system in darkened arcades. The hum of wires buzzes, like whispers in the night, Ghosts of ambition, lost in dim, brittle light. [Rap Hook – Echoed Vocals, Spoken Word] (x2) "The blade between shadows cuts deeper tonight, The edge of the truth wrapped in cold, fading light." [Extended Atmospheric Break – Mechanical Whispers, Low Frequencies] [Rap Verse – Spoken Word with Grit, Sparse Tension] Corner store tales, where lives hang by threads, Steel in the air, counting wounds, counting debts. Names etched on walls, not with pride but despair, Faded murals screaming, “Does anyone care?” The weight of the silence, it’s a language of its own, Spoken in glances, in shattered glass homes. Concrete bruises, paint chipped with the past, Sirens lull the children to uneasy rest. Gunpowder confessions stain the break of dawn, While the preacher folds his hands, whispering for calm. No beats here to numb, no rhythms to soothe, Just the raw ache of reality, sharp and crude. Society unmasked, a theatre grotesque, Where survival’s not living, but a bruised, weary test. Fingers trace triggers, but they’re aiming at dreams, And laughter’s an echo from lost, distant scenes. [Rap Hook – Echoed Vocals, Spoken Word] (x2) "The blade between shadows cuts deeper tonight, The edge of the truth wrapped in cold, fading light." [Extended Atmospheric Break – Subtle Drones, Cracks of Static] [Rap Verse – Intense Delivery, Growing Desperation] Hollowed-out streets where hope turns its face, Reflections in puddles show a fractured disgrace. Dancers with no rhythm, just shuffles of pain, Bound by invisible chains, drenched in red-stained rain. Mental bars built higher than any jail’s stone, A cacophony of thoughts, where peace is unknown. The cipher’s a warzone; every bar is a knife, Carving names into air, a desperate fight. The paradox screams, “Is this freedom we taste?” While futures burn slow, like wax running from a flame’s haste. Hands reaching out, but the void swallows whole, A tragedy woven in the threadbare soul. Urban myths bleed into truth’s jagged curve, While the clock ticks louder, striking nerve after nerve. Voices rise like ashes, scatter, then fall, An anthem for no one, just shadows on the wall. [Final Rap Hook – Echoed Vocals, Spoken Word] (x2) "The blade between shadows cuts deeper tonight, The edge of the truth wrapped in cold, fading light." [Rap Outro – Spoken Word, Fading Drones, Static Swells] (x2) In the end, there’s no cadence, no steady refrain, Only the hum of the streets, where ghosts remain. [Fade to End] [End]