Neon tides ignite, we ride the Techcrasher sky,
Pasha’s bass burns low, Jenna’s silver cry.
Chrome hearts collide, pixel rain we breathe,
Every drop a spark, every spark a sheath.
We shine—no dusk, no dawn—just overload,
Circuit dreams in loops, futures we decode.
Hands up, let the glitch become our crown,
Kings and queens of noise, we never power down.