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Track 05. Blades in the Neon Rain

[Verse 1] Dripping headlines crawl along a midnight lane, A silver stroke of lightning cuts across the rain. Evening swallows every cry it ought to keep, Florist’s perfume hangs where city gutters sleep. White prescription crumpled in my restless hand— Hear the static growing louder all across the land. Pre-Chorus (ah-ah) Shorter breaths, a paper chest, Heartbeat tap-dancing itself to death. Chorus A No tears left to borrow, I’m broke on sorrow— Searching for the silver line that hides behind the door. “Kindness can be crueler than the grave,” they sing, Neon signs keep blinking—on and off—confessing everything. Verse 2 Love sprouts easy like a rumor through the breeze, Same old movie, same old song, rewinding on repeat. Yet our borrowed body-heat keeps slipping out as frost, Slow and certain shivers tally up the cost. Styrofoam cappuccino cooling in my grip, Counting down the moment hope will brush against my lip. Pre-Chorus (ah-ah) Sugar-coat the sleepless night, Sip the lullaby—too tired to fight. Chorus B No skin stays unbroken, the rings keep smokin’— Feeling for the silent edge that hums beneath the floor. “Kindness leaves the deepest little stings,” they croon, Neon burns itself to ashes, praying for the moon. Bridge Clock hands tap the ceiling—living in a different hour, Bus-stop ghosts collect their dust like faded paper flowers. I fold into an alleyway the city never drew, A distant flash of silver blinks and softly asks, “Who’re you?”