[Intro – soft] Ahh… ahh… Lightspeed. [Buildup] Lightspeed baby. I’m going lightspeed. [Chorus] Lightspeed. Lightspeed. [Break / Verse] Lights… streets… faces blur. [Pre-Bridge (whisper)] Am I the streak… or the still point? [Bridge – narrative (spoken/filtered)] Green lights string into a river. Calendars shed like skin. Doors open / close—new rooms, same wind. I pass through names, jobs, cities— no brakes, only beacons. But maybe I’m not the one racing. Maybe the world is a wheel, and I’m the quiet spoke— the pause between beats, watching everything blur past. [Drop / Chorus] Lightspeed. No edges—only now. Lightspeed. I’m moving / it’s moving. [Ethereal song break] Faces blur. [Outro - Cut beat] Lightspeed. Lines meet ahead. Am I arriving— or erased?
