I’ve got a skyline burning in my chest,

neon veins that never sleep.

I’ve got a name the night keeps repeating—

soft as static, too loud to keep.

I’ve got a pulse that skips like vinyl,

bassline heart in a 4/4 cage.

I’ve got the echo of your exhale

sampled, stretched, and looped for days.

I’ve seen all good people turn,

midnight vinyl, cathedral burn—

your move, your breath, your whispered name

spins the record, sparks the flame.

Checkmate the dark, king to queen,

every heartbeat lands between

the groove of hope and needle’s fall;

we are the yes, we are the call.

Lift your voice, the board is bright,

play it forward into night.