[Intro — slow industrial pulse, cold synth pad, sub-bass rumble. Female vocal: Rebecca — childlike, breathy, intimate, with a smirk. Words stretched, played with. Slight delay on "ha-ha". Short, dark giggle at the end.] Night City sells me choices in neon boxes, yeah right… Pick your cage, pick your drug, pick your damn coffin, ha-ha Freedom in ten easy payments, damn [short, sharp exhale] No refunds for broken nervous systems, you bastards [Verse 1 — vocal: clean but with edge, half-spoken, half-sung. Playful, dangerous. Slight fry, breathy, intimate, then building intensity. Occasional manic edge peeking through. On "heh-heh" — a dark, knowing laugh.] I walk through ads that know my goddamn name, They whisper what I should desire, Chrome kisses my skin like a lover That only wants me numb, not alive, heh-heh. Hey Johnny… do you remember when pain was real? [voice drops, intimate, almost a whisper] Before they packaged that fucking nightmare And sold it back to us as thrill, ha-ha-ha— [Johnny interjection: low, dry, distant, like a radio transmission] ["Pain still works, scum."] [Pre-Hook — voice rises slightly, more present, still playful but with a darker undertone. Words delivered with rhythmic punch, like a taunt. Slight distortion creeping in.] They say I'm upgraded But I just feel replaceable, goddammit, My heartbeat runs on firmware, Every mirror is a storefront, selling me a better lie. [Hook 1 — Rebecca unleashes: manic, soaring, with grit and edge. Voice switches between whisper, shout, and croon. Last line is a seductive whisper. Gang vocals implied on "NEON ABUSER".] NEON ABUSER, CALLS ME SPECIAL [shouted, with a grin] WHILE IT DRAINS MY FUCKING BLOOD [raspy, like a growl] NEON ABUSER, WRAPS ME IN LIGHT [sharp, cutting] SAYS I'M A LEGEND SO I DON'T FEEL DEAD [defiant] NEON ABUSER, I SIGNED IN CHROME [mocking, with a smile] I SOLD MY FUTURE FOR A PLACE TO CALL HOME [whispered, like a confession] ["Good business model, assholes." — Johnny, dry and distant] [Verse 2 — same vibe, but darker. Voice becomes more unstable, like she's losing control. Slight hysterical edge on the last line. English lines are half-spoken, like throwing punches.] I see kids with empty eyes, scrolling through their last hope, Downloading personalities like cheap, disposable soap, They don't cry, Johnny, they just update, Grief is deprecated, love is pay-to-rate. [breathy, with a sharp inhale] I touch my arms — not skin, just steel, Do you think this still counts as me? Or am I just another product With a goddamn serial ID? [Johnny interjection: low, bitter, like a curse] ["Serial human, you piece of work."] [Pre-Hook — more intense, voice cracking on «applause». Short, dark laugh between lines.] They said we're legends now, Is that supposed to save us? So this is how we die — [whisper, almost tender] In comfort and applause? [short, unhinged giggle] [Hook 2 — darker, more aggressive. Voice wavers between sweet and vicious. English lines are shouted, then broken into whispers. Gang vocals on "NEON ABUSER".] NEON ABUSER, LOVES ME UGLY [shouted, raw] LOVES ME WRONG, LOVES ME BROKEN [aggressive] NEON ABUSER, JUST TO KEEP ME NUMB [spit each word] I DON'T NEED HEAVEN, I JUST NEED OUT [desperate] NEON ABUSER, THE EXITS ARE SPONSORED [mocking] AND THEY'RE ALL SOLD OUT, YOU FREAKS [whispered, like a threat] [Sound of a cigarette drag — Johnny] ["Cheaper than truth, you wretched things."] [Bridge — spoken, close-mic, dry, no reverb. Voice becomes calm, almost hypnotic, then suddenly sharp. Words are spaced out, like a slow burn. Last line is a fading whisper.] Night City calls me baby with poison on its tongue, Says "you're my favorite monster" since the day I was young, It loves me ugly, it loves me wrong, It loves me broken just to keep me numb. [Johnny interjection: low, like a verdict] ["Always were, you scum."] [Final Hook — explosive, cathartic, full range: whisper, shout, scream-laugh. Gang vocals on "NEON ABUSER". Last line is a fading whisper, like she's already gone.] NEON ABUSER [full scream] NEON ABUSER [raucous] NEON ABUSER [shouted, breaking into a laugh] NEON ABUSER [whisper, fading] [Outro — spoken, exhausted, dry, close-mic, with a hint of a smile. Single breath, then a soft laugh. Guitar feedback, fading.] I don't need heaven, I just need out. [Johnny interjection: low, bitter, like a curse] "Burn slow, neon, you idiots…" [Feedback fade, static, silence.]
