Whispers in the smoke, I hear them call my name
Steps beneath the moonlight, never walk the same
Drums beneath my heartbeat, shadows in my spine
Crossing through the silence to the other side of time
Oh, the pulse is rising slow
In the ruins where we go
Every breath a burning thread
Every thought a glow
Veins of light,
pull me in,
pull me in,
Frict
Whispers in the smoke, I hear them call my name
Steps beneath the moonlight, never walk the same
Drums beneath my heartbeat, shadows in my spine
Crossing through the silence to the other side of time
Oh, the pulse is rising slow
In the ruins where we go
Every breath a burning thread
Every thought a glow
Veins of light,
pull me in,
pull me in,
Friction in the circuits, static in the skin
Indigo horizons where the rites begin
Echoes of redemption, blooming in the ash
Every wound a passage, every scar a flash
Hold me in the breakbeat
Fold me in the flame
Breathe into the bassline
Whisper back my name
Veins of light, flood the night
From below to satellite
Every echo, every sigh
Turns to stars behind my eyes
Veins of light, lead me home
Through the noise
Footprints softly trace the yielding ground
A quiet harbor, where our peace is found
Through whispered moments, stories start to bloom
Chasing shadows from every lonely room
A subtle rhythm, deep within the soul
Making broken pieces beautifully whole
A silent promise in the morning light
Holding fast through every passing night
A gentle current,
Footprints softly trace the yielding ground
A quiet harbor, where our peace is found
Through whispered moments, stories start to bloom
Chasing shadows from every lonely room
A subtle rhythm, deep within the soul
Making broken pieces beautifully whole
A silent promise in the morning light
Holding fast through every passing night
A gentle current, pulling us so near
Washing away every doubt and fear
Oh, the steady hand that guides the way
Turning shadows into brightest day
A strength unspoken, a tender, watchful gaze
Through winding paths and sunlit, ancient maze
This silent language, felt in every beat
Where every journey finds its sweet retreat
Faint echoes whisper, truths remembered deep
Secrets shared while little ones still sleep
A fragile beauty, etched in every line
A tapestry of moments, so divine
A golden thread, spun through endless time
Breathing static…
Light bends…
Un cielo roto… waiting to fall.
Bajo el peso del cristal,
veo la ciudad temblar.
Every fault line under skin,
is a map to where we’ve been.
Sparks collide in the veins,
like lightning searching for names.
El viento grita verdades,
que queman más que las calles.
The air turns sharp,
your voice cuts through
cada palabra
rom
Breathing static…
Light bends…
Un cielo roto… waiting to fall.
Bajo el peso del cristal,
veo la ciudad temblar.
Every fault line under skin,
is a map to where we’ve been.
Sparks collide in the veins,
like lightning searching for names.
El viento grita verdades,
que queman más que las calles.
The air turns sharp,
your voice cuts through
cada palabra
rompe la luz.
Fractura del cielo, we’re breaking through,
from shadow to neon, I’m finding you.
No gravity, no control—
we’re the fault in the code,
and the world can’t hold.
Echoes in chrome corridors,
memories flood like open doors.
Tus ojos llevan la llama,
even when the night plays drama.
Blood beats in binary time,
flesh and steel start to align.
El corazón se desborda,
la ciudad nunca se ahoga.
Breathless
in the static glow,
I feel the fracture grow.
Susurros dicen mi nombre,
like the last note of a storm.
Fractura del cielo, we’re breaking through,
from shadow to neon, I’m finding you.
No gravity, no control
we’re the fault in the code,
and the world can’t hold.
Cruzamos líneas sin final,
in this fault line, we are alive.
Fractura del cielo—
forever in the glow.
Light bends…
The sky breaks…
And we’re still here.
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