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HCM — Ghost Runners | Dark Cyberpunk Chase

A high-speed cyberpunk track about the legendary “Ghost Runners” — a vanished courier gang whose digital echoes still race through the midnight streets. Blurring the line between myth and machine, their shadows return to carve new paths in the neon storm. If you enjoy dark electronic stories and dystopian soundscapes, consider subscribing — more tracks are on the way. 🎶 Lyrics & concept: Hastatus Creates Music "Ghost Runners" Night lines hum through the old subway maze, Echoes of wheels from forgotten days. City says they burned in a single spark, But I still hear engines cutting through the dark. Dead names tagged on the rusted steel, Ghost-log entries scratching what is real. Courier kings of a vanished crew, Their routes erased… or maybe untrue. Someone drops parcels at impossible times, Signed with symbols from their outlawed signs. Cameras catch silhouettes lost in blur— Like neon phantoms born where old codes stir. Every rumor says the same refrain: “They’re back to ride the midnight lanes.” But code can lie… or code can breathe— And some old legends never leave. Ghost Runners—racing through the wire, Burning up the grid with synthetic fire. No body left, but the streets still know Their neon shadows where the lost ones go. Ghost Runners—carved into the night, Faster than the truth, beyond the city's sight. I chased the trail to the blackout zone, Where signal-static feels alive in bone. Found a hub pulsing under broken rails— A server of faces, stitched from their trails. Were they reborn… or just rewritten? Code of the dead, but their cores still living. Every whisper paints the same old sign: “They’re riding still, between the lines.” If ghosts are real in electric veins— Then I’ve seen sparks inside their chains. Ghost Runners—racing through the wire, Burning up the grid with synthetic fire. No body left, but the streets still know Their neon shadows where the lost ones go. Ghost Runners—etched across the sky, Breaking every lock as they fly by. Signals flicker… footsteps on rails… The past uploads itself in trails. I hear them whisper through the feed: “Run with us… if you still bleed.” Ghost Runners—racing through the wire, Burning up the grid with synthetic fire. If legends fade, then let them glow— In neon echoes where the lost ones go. Ghost Runners—never truly gone, Riding through the dark till the world moves on.