Neon Frontline

The city pulses through me, 142, neon flashing in my eyes, Steps in the bass, every whisper a new tone that returns. In the crowd, masks flicker, questions circle like birds, But I keep course — the compass is the rhythm, I won’t be drawn into a quarrel. I close my eyes, the bass grows in my lungs like a heartbeat, The kick and arpeggio push me higher than the clouds. I dive into the drop, the crowd carries me like a wave upward, Truth in the bass resonates — I am here and now, I won’t fade. Masks fall, neon opens the path to dreams, In this rhythm I am myself, ready for every move. The pressure of public life tries to drown me in silence, Gossip like blades, yet I draw truth in the colors of sound. I have a boundary that protects me as the wave assaults the borders, When the arpeggio rises, I know — I move upward, not downward. The silence between hits says: keep going, Then the heart starts to dance, and I see a new world. I dive into the drop, the crowd carries me like a wave upward, Truth in the bass resonates — I am here and now, I won’t fade. Masks fall, neon opens the path to dreams, In this rhythm I am myself, ready for every move. The silence between hits — my silhouette in the half-light, Breath, one, two — and the bass starts to rise again. Breakdown like a breath, then an arpeggio soars upward, In that moment I know: I am myself, unbreakable. Neon storm, the crowd in one breath, Hey, it’s me — in a rhythm that can’t be stopped.