Lyric

Clock hands choke on static dust

Lockers hum with neon rust

Backpack beat-bombs spark the night

Earbuds splice the city’s bite

Stairwell echoes spark and climb

Fists collide with empty time

Pulse shift flashes, routine cracks

Door-kick echoes through pitch-black tracks

We sprint toward colors of first light rise

Turning blackout halls to open skies

Concrete quakes with shadow drums

Graffiti flares where daylight numbs

Shoelace wings cut fractured miles

We code escape in cryptic smiles

Rooftop gusts ignite the spark

Footsteps drum beyond the dark

Pulse shift flashes, routine cracks

Door-kick echoes through pitch-black tracks

We sprint toward colors of first light rise

Turning blackout halls to open skies

Streetlights throb like bleeding cores

We unzip the sky, hack every door

Afterimages glitch then glide

Gravity folds to storms inside

Pulse shift ignites the rusting tracks

Door-kick thunders—no turning back

We ride the horizon of first light glow

Night-shells shatter in the blaze below