Neon leaks on broken glass, the street drones breathe in time, I run on stolen battery and half-corrupted rhyme. Your face is in the billboards, a ghost in chrome display, I taste the code you left me in the rain that won’t decay. Send me a sign through the blackout haze, I’ll steal your voice from a firewall choir. If you’re alive in the data maze, I’ll burn the grid to lift you higher. Lost signal, but I know your blaze— We outrun night on electric wire. Back-alley synths are screaming, the cameras blink and lie, A million eyes in orbit, but none of them see why. I jack into the skyline, the towers start to sway, And in the noise I hear it—your heartbeat in delay. Send me a sign through the blackout haze, I’ll steal your voice from a firewall choir. If you’re alive in the data maze, I’ll burn the grid to lift you higher. Lost signal, but I know your blaze— We outrun night on electric wire. They call me Dark Horse, moving silent through the swarm, A shadow with a sunlit spark beneath a circuit storm. If the system wipes our history, I’ll rewrite what it stole— I’ll etch your name in plasma light and crack the control. Send me a sign through the blackout haze, I’ll steal your voice from a firewall choir. If you’re alive in the data maze, I’ll burn the grid to lift you higher. Lost signal, but I know your blaze— We outrun night on electric wire.
