(Intro )(8 bars – instrumental) (Pulsing synth, delayed drums, bass fades in) (spoken, low baritone) “Turn the lights down… let the chrome shine.” (Verse 1) Chrome is dripping down the street Leather jacket, burning heat Radio screams defiance Heartbeat locked in violent silence Mirror says I crossed the line City sparks, it feels divine No tomorrow in my pocket Just tonight and bad logic (Pre-Chorus) Hands up, don’t ask why Running on a borrowed high Feel the drum inside your chest No rules, no rest (Chorus) I’m living on the edge of the night Skin and sound in chrome light No shame, no fear, no alibi We don’t need love, we need a reason to fly I’m hot in the pulse of the street Every step crashing with the beat Say my name, say it twice I was born for the noise and the fight (Post-Chorus) Oh-oh-oh Turn it up, don’t slow it down Oh-oh-oh Let it shake this town (Verse 2) Chrome-kissed angels, razor smiles Broken dreams in midnight files Bassline crawling up my spine Every move is out of time Police lights fall like rain Sweet disaster in my brain I don’t need a loaded gun Noise and love weigh just a ton (Pre-Chorus) Eyes shut, hands free Dance like it’s a felony No past, no name Only flame (Chorus) I’m living on the edge of the night Sweat and smoke in chrome light No faith, no cure, no disguise We don’t need truth, we need electric lies I’m hot in the pulse of the street Concrete shaking under my feet Say my name, say it twice I was born for the noise and the fight (Bridge) (Breakdown – half time) (Bass + delayed drums) I don’t want heaven I don’t want hell Just one more second Under the spell (guitar feedback rises) (Guitar Solo) (16 bars) (Wah-lead · short stabs · long delay tails) (Raw, dirty, arrogant) (Final Chorus) (double energy) I’m living on the edge of the night Bleeding sound into chrome light No chains, no god, no guide Just a heartbeat screaming “stay alive” I’m hot in the pulse of the street Every sin dancing next to me Say my name, say it loud We’re the lost, the fast, the proud (Outro) (instruments drop one by one) (spoken, low and cold) “When the noise fades… the chrome still shines.” (Final delayed snare hit — echo into silence.)