Last Dance on the Asphalt

The sirens scream like a lover’s lie, A countdown hum in the hollow sky. They told us run, they told us hide, But the bassline’s calling, so we step outside. The streetlights flicker, the power’s weak, A dying pulse on a one-way street. The DJ’s laughing, the turntables spin, If we’re gonna burn, let’s burn with it. Oh, the sky’s on fire, But the dancefloor’s higher. Oh, the world’s a liar, But the beat’s the truth tonight. So move, while the city melts, Move, like the cards we’re dealt. No future, no past, just the sweat on our backs This is the last dance on the asphalt. The radio’s hissing, the news is dead, Just white noise singing inside my head. They said we’d regret, they said we’d cry, But the synth’s still screaming, so we dance alive. The concrete’s cracking, the air tastes wrong, A last cigarette, a two-minute song. They said take cover, but we're here on the street If we have to die, let’s die on our feet. Oh, the sky’s on fire, But the dancefloor’s higher. Oh, the world’s a liar, But the beat’s the truth tonight. So move, while the city melts, Move, like the cards we’re dealt. No future, no past, just the sweat on our backs This is the last dance on the asphalt. No more tomorrows, No more goodbyes, Just the kick drum pounding Like a heartbeat alive. No more warnings, No more time, Just the bassline shaking At the end of the line. The speakers blow, but we won’t stop, The ceiling’s falling, but we don't drop. The world’s a grave, but we just laugh, This is the last dance on the asphalt.