[Intro] Hey! The sun’s a fuse, the city’s a lie— a neon cage where the wild ones die. But out in the hills, where the cell towers fade… The last wild beat still plays. [Verse 1] Dust on the lens of a broken screen, Algorithms hum in a plastic dream. The freeway hums with a traffic drone, while the wild ones hold the whole damn world on loan. [Pre-Chorus] They sold us the sky, but we want the air— a world wired tight, but we’re losing the dare. No more likes, no more shares, no more scroll— Just the cracked-up road underfoot. [Chorus] The last wild beat still plays! Through the smoke and the neon haze, The last wild beat still plays! Chasing the ghost of the old wild days. No more chains, no more screens, Just the rhythm of the earth between. [Verse 2] Graffiti glows on a factory wall, but the birds still sing and they know it all. The river runs black with a corporate stain, while the wild ones hum to the pines in the rain. [Bridge] Whoa-oh! Got rhythm in the rocks and soul in the creek, You can’t mute what the wild ones speak. We hum to the pulse of the old machine— but the wild ones dance where the signals fade. [Chorus] The last wild beat still plays! Through the smoke and the neon haze, The last wild beat still plays! Chasing the ghost of the old wild days. No more chains, no more screens, Just the rhythm of the earth between. [Instrumental Solo] [Verse 3] The city’s a cage, but the wild ones break free. A world built tight on a digital decree. No more likes, no more shares, no more scroll— the wild ones hold the whole damn soul on loan. [Outro] Hey! The sun’s a fuse, the city’s a lie— But the wild ones rise where the last wild beat thrives. No more likes, no more shares, no more scroll— Just the crackle of fire and the crack of a soul…
