[VERSE I] I drag my bones through neon ruins. Old code humming in a world that’s new. Every street says I’m past my usage. But I still spark when the night cuts through. [PRE‑CHORUS] They call me relic, call me ruin — but I still burn in the static’s tune. [CHORUS] Antediluvian — ticking past their frantic pace. A rhythm built to outlast their race. A voice that rises from the cracks they trace. A spark that burns outside their time and space. [VERSE II] I’ve seen the shine turn into corrosion. Watched new gods flicker out like dust. If I’m outdated, then I’m unbroken — a stubborn echo they couldn’t crush. [BRIDGE] Let the future race ahead — I’ll keep my pulse in the grit instead. Old doesn’t mean I’m dead — it means I’ve outlasted what they fled. [FINAL CHORUS] Antediluvian — ticking past their frantic pace. A rhythm built to outlast their race. A voice that rises from the cracks they trace. A spark that burns outside their time and space.
