[Hook] Amber bleed, cinematic blur, the engine hums low Sifting through the ghosts of the city where the neon glow No map for the drift, just the spin of the wheel in my grip Turning a memory to a feeling, watching the boundary slip The city is a mirror reflecting everything that we steal Silhouettes dancing in the glass, making the loneliness real [Verse] Bodega neon flickers, iris triggers a frantic sequence Sifting through the wreckage, audit error, the soul's frequency Concrete veins, silver stains, where the smog is a blanket Mind is a grid, heavy hidden, and the heart is a casket Swaying through the gridlock, drifting past the dead-end street Where the ghosts of old ambitions and the current failures meet I’m dodging every red light, chasing a phantom horizon The pressure in the cabin is a tide that keeps steadily rising Navigating labyrinths, the asphalt is a blackened page A captive to the rhythm, just a bird in a chrome-plated cage Internal combustion, the combustion of a bridge that I burned Counting every lesson in the wreckage of the lessons I learned Pedal to the floorboard, ignoring every caution and sign Tracing out the borders of a spirit that’s no longer mine The headlights are slicing through the static of a midnight haze Lost inside the circuit of a city and a permanent daze
