Skylines burning in electric glow,

Billboards screaming what we’ll never know,

Dreams are sold on every broken screen,

But the cracks in the glass reveal the machine.

Shadows crawl where the rich don’t tread,

Hunger gnaws at the bones of the dead,

Plastic smiles hide the scars we wear,

Synthetic light can’t kill the despair.

We drown in color, blinded by design,

The truth is buried in the filth we call divine.

The city looks alive in neon graves,

Holograms dance while the people decay,

Painted illusions on a rusted stage,

We’re caged in the glow of a digital plague.

Sirens wail through the sleepless veins,

Blood and data flood the subway trains,

Every crime is just a means to survive,

But survival feels like being half-alive.

Plastic gods on the skyline preach,

While the streets rot out of their reach,

The currency is pain, the market thrives,

Selling souls just to stay alive.

We drown in color, blinded by design,

The truth is buried in the filth we call divine.

The city looks alive in neon graves,

Holograms dance while the people decay,

Painted illusions on a rusted stage,

We’re caged in the glow of a digital plague.

Beneath the chrome, beneath the light,

A hollow heart beats in the night,

No savior comes, no justice stands,

Just broken dreams in synthetic hands.

The city looks alive in neon graves,

Holograms dance while the people decay,

We shine in the dark but we can’t escape,

The poverty, crime, and despair we made.

Neon halos crown the damned,

We bleed beneath the holograms.