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Step into the relentless urban jungle with "Neon Shackles." This track is a critique of city life, where the beautiful skyline hides the ugly reality of the endless hustle, debt and the 'invisible chains.' If you feel the weight of the system, this one’s for you. Lyrics Down Below! 👇 Verse 1 City lights glow like friendly traps in disguise, Pulling us in with promises wrapped in lies. We hustle hard in streets that never sleep, While invisible chains keep us working deep. The skyline's a masterpiece, but the view costs a bomb, And every glittering window hides a growing mental storm. We chase the illusion of success, the flashy supercar gleam, Fuelled by coffee and chasing a barely-held dream. The contract is signed, the direct debit is set, And every monthly payment is another knot in the net. They don't need physical whips, they just leverage your fear, The fear of failing, the fear of disappearing here. Chorus Neon Shackles, shining bright and cold, Selling off our future for the stories yet untold. Trapped in the metropolitan glow, where the rush never ends, Working 'til we break, depending on our friends. They promised us the world, but they gave us the lease, Invisible chains, stealing all our peace. Verse 2 The clubs are full of bodies trying to shake off the strain, Drowning out the ticking clock with cheap champagne. We swipe and we scroll, constantly comparing the score, Feeling empty, yet always wanting something more. The suits on the top floors, breathing rarefied air, Don't notice the weight of the burdens that we bear. We're assets on a balance sheet, disposable and neat, A number in the system, walking these concrete streets. But the chains are paper-thin if we refuse to comply, Look past the neon glamour, look them straight in the eye. Stop running the race that someone else designed, Take a deep breath and leave the panic far behind. The price of the chase is higher than the reward, We need to redefine what true wealth is poured. Just look beyond the glamour, find the key to your own mind. Outro Shackles... invisible... but they're real... Wake up.