Neon hearts beat under moonlit steel,
I ride the storm with Sia’s ghost on my heels;
her halo screams, my tires ignite,
two wild ones carving thunder through the night.
Sky breaks open, diamonds rain,
we drink the fire, we breathe the chain;
no brakes, no master, no reason to slow—
just flesh on the edge where the crazy glows.
Echoes roar, “We were born to fall”;
so we jump, we fly, we lose it all.