Written by G and eddie (Instrumental intro) (Verse 1) City lights bleed into the rain, a bleeding canvas of neon and sorrow. The ghosts of the neon tribe flicker in my memory, their laughter a phantom echo. I walk through the shattered glass of a dream, each fragment a reflection of what we lost. The city whispers its secrets, the concrete a canvas for forgotten stories. (Chorus) The pulse of the night, a heart beating in the shadows, a rhythm of decay. The future bleeds into the past, a tapestry woven with regret and longing. We rise from the ashes of neon, our souls stained with the colors of the night. We are the shadows, the echoes of a dream that refuses to fade. (Verse 2) Through the skeletal canyons of glass and steel, I wander, a lone specter in the rain. The broken neon gods watch over the city, their eyes cold and distant, their promises broken. The city’s breath is a sigh of sorrow, the wind carries the whispers of a forgotten love. In the shattered windows, I see faces, distorted and lost, their memories fading like the neon glow. (Chorus) The pulse of the night, a heart beating in the shadows, a rhythm of decay. The future bleeds into the past, a tapestry woven with regret and longing. We rise from the ashes of neon, our souls stained with the colors of the night. We are the shadows, the echoes of a dream that refuses to fade. (Instrumental solo) (Bridge) I search for the rhythm of the lost tribe, for the warmth of a forgotten flame, for the echo of a laugh that haunts my dreams. But only the city's breath remains, a mournful sigh, a whisper of what was and what could have been. The rain falls like tears, cleansing the city, erasing the memories, washing away the pain. And I am left alone, in the vast, empty canvas of the night, adrift in the neon ghost of a dream. (Outro) The city sleeps, a monument to fading light, a testament to the echoes of a dream that refuses to die. Neon tribes rise in the shadows, a symphony of broken promises, a chorus of forgotten souls. The rain falls on, a relentless whisper, and I drift through the darkness, seeking a solace that may never come. (Instrumental fade out)
