Neon veins, city screams,
we’re the glitch in your machine.
Tattooed hearts, chrome-tipped dreams,
dancing on the in-between.
We bite back the static,
spark fire in the cold,
call us wrong, call us dramatic—
we’re the legends you were told.
Hands up, freaks ignite,
strobe-flash souls in the night;
if the world won’t love our scars,
we’ll turn the dark to light.