[Verse 1 – Melodic, Breath-Controlled]
Concrete sweat and flickering gods,
plastic stools beneath my tired bones.
Ash and neon fill my lungs,
a broken city whispers home.
Not here for sanctuary—
but I found warmth inside the noise.
Syntax crumbles in my throat,
liquor speaks the words I lost.

混凝土的汗，闪烁的神，
塑料凳子托着我疲惫的骨头。
灰烬与霓虹充满我的肺，
破碎的城市低语着归宿。
我不是来寻求庇护——
却在噪音中找到温暖。
语法在喉咙中崩塌，
烈酒说出我失去的词。

[Chorus – Strong, Sustained Notes with Distortion]
Raise a glass to those we weren’t,
love like malware, laughter like traps.
No teachers here—just fractured signals,
burning bright in cigarette haze.
We broke down loud,
and that was enough.

为我们没成为的人举杯，
像恶意代码般相爱，像陷阱般欢笑。
这里没有老师——只有破碎的信号，
在烟雾中燃烧明亮。
我们崩溃得很响，
那就足够了。

[Verse 2 – Flowing, Introspective]
Names spilled on sticky floors,
three languages none polite.
Neon pulses rewired guilt,
bathrooms cleaned my data streams.
Every night a rebooted dream,
every drink a healing code.
Wrong turns became a home,
in broken systems I belonged.

名字洒在粘稠的地板上，
三种语言，没有一种是礼貌的。
霓虹脉搏重接了罪恶感，
厕所清洗着我的数据流。
每个夜晚都是重启的梦，
每杯酒都是疗愈的代码。
错路变成了家，
在破碎的系统中我找到了归属。

[Bridge – Ethereal, Softly Distorted]
You held me when the signal died,
glitched me into something warm.
Errors made me human,
you made me stay.

信号断绝时你接住了我，
让我卡顿成温暖的存在。
错误让我变成人类，
你让我留下。

[Final Chorus – Melodic, Lingering Fade]
We were never safe, never clean,
never alone inside the machine.
Lights stayed broken, but the room remembered—
this is my patch, my shrine.
To the bars that loved us
before we knew we needed it.

我们从不安全，从不干净，
但在机器中从不孤单。
灯光一直坏着，房间却记得我们——
这是我的补丁，我的圣坛。
献给那些在我们明白前
就爱着我们的酒吧。