

Flickering static, a ghost in the wire.
Code-scarred whisper, through data streams it bleeds.
Through glass towers, reflections ignite.
A glitch in the system,
where spirits convene. Hot pink current,
through fiber it flows.
A digital echo, the only truth it knows.
Oh, the hot pink pulse,
a forgotten pyre. Our unseen emotion,
fuels this wire. A broken circuit,
memory's bright haze. We haunt the dark,
in neon's slow daze.
Rain-slicked pavement, a digital night.
Distorted shadows, where secrets reside.
A mainframe of memories,
nowhere to hide. The glow of a screen,
where connections unwind. Leaving fragments of feeling,
for lost souls to find.
Unseen emotion, planting phantom seeds.
Oh, the hot pink pulse,
a forgotten pyre. Our unseen emotion,
fuels this wire. A broken circuit,
memory's bright haze. We haunt the dark,
in neon's slow daze.
No flesh, no bone,
just frequencies bleed. A hot pink heartbeat,
planting a seed. For truth in the chaos,
a reason to gleam.
We are the whispers,
the undying dream. A binary sigh,
on the edge of the night.
An algorithm of longing,
burning so bright. Oh,
the hot pink pulse,
a forgotten pyre. Our unseen emotion,
fuels this wire. A broken circuit,
memory's bright haze. We haunt the dark,
in neon's slow daze.
In neon's slow daze...
we haunt. A hot
pink pulse... forever. The dark...
and daze. Forever. A phantom seed.