[Verse I] A flicker in the periphery, too vivid to be dismissed. It hums beneath the concrete, a pulse you almost missed. You chase it through the static, through alleys bent and torn— whatever stirs behind you feels ancient… newly born. [Chorus] Drag me in— I like the friction. Cut my grin— you’re the contradiction. Strange and rare, a hit I can’t refuse. Whatever you are— I’m wired to lose. [Verse II] It lingers in the crosswind, a whisper out of tune. A shape that breaks the skyline like a crooked silver moon. You swear it knows your secrets, you swear it tastes your fear— but still, you step in closer, because you need it near. [Bridge] Maybe it’s a warning, maybe it’s a sign. Maybe it’s the fracture between your world and mine. You reach into the shimmer, you swear you feel it breathe— and though you can’t define it, you’d never want it to leave. [Final Chorus] Drag me in— I crave the tension. Break my skin— rewrite the dimension. Strange and rare, a truth I never choose. Whatever you are— I’m built to bruise.
