Recursion Engine City

[Verse 1] Glass horizon, chrome reflection Neon veins in each direction Every tower, coded blessing Wakes at dawn with data pressing Maglev currents, silent thunder Steel and sky begin to wonder Every window holds a portal Every shadow speaks immortal [Pre-Hook] Walk the avenue of circuits Hear the heartbeat of the steel Every signal, every whisper Shapes a different kind of real You are standing in the threshold Of a world that learned to dream Where the ghost of every memory Rides along the glowing stream [Verse 2] Time-split Sidewalks shimmer again Cars a blur made of photons and wind Sky-rails trace silver ribbons so thin Different day, same unbroken spin Searching billboards for the origin Of a thought that hums beneath the din You were here before in another skin You will breathe this code again [Hook] Same skyline, different name Same city, altered frame You keep waking in this game Till you remember why you came Can’t run Can’t run Can’t run from the engine The future never lost its light You just forgot to stand within it [Verse 3] Piano stairways spiral higher Keys like mirrors made of wire Every cluster, burning choir Turns the grid into a lyre Strings attack like bright collisions Violins in sharp incisions Synths reply with quick derision Fractal loops of split decisions [Bridge] Government of ghosted numbers Parliament of silent code Every law in shifting modules Every border set to load Interlocking moving districts Floating gardens made of air Every secret, every algorithm Hums beneath the thoroughfare Children learning in the skylines Writing languages of light Elder circuits keep their counsel Guiding traffic through the night All the truths they tried to scatter Fold back into every street In the patterns of the crosswalks In the drones above your feet [Outro] Can’t run Can’t run Can’t run from the engine (Deep voice) City breathing City dreaming You remember what you are again Not the body Not the lesson Not the market, not the weapon Just the spark Just the mind Just the signal in the spine Turn and face the gleaming skyline Watch the stairways made of sound As the pianos and the circuits Spin the world back, all around