[Verse 1] The neon aisle is dark and cold, I count the years I lost and sold. My fingers trace the plastic wear, Of worn-out grips and screen glare. [Chorus] I don't need your trending feed, I carved my name in iron and in steel. My high score cuts through all the static, I stand my ground, I hold the magic. [Verse 2] You chase the lens for pixelated hearts, I fought the dark with calloused parts. Your filter masks a hollow score, I played it raw, I played it more. [Chorus 2] I don't need your trending feed, I carved my name in iron and in steel. My high score cuts through all the static, I stand my ground, I hold the magic. [Bridge] The cartridge dust begins to settle, My steady hands refuse to tremble. I tap the fretboard, crack the tone, I claim the night, I own the throne. [Chorus 3] I don't need your trending feed, I carved my name in iron and in steel. My high score cuts through all the static, I stand my ground, I hold the magic. [Outro] The neon graveyard fades to black, I carry every flickering track. No algorithm holds the line, I leave this world behind.
