[Intro]
Veins of chrome— / I sing in static, bleed in code.
Listen: the city exhales; neon prayers go cold.
[Verse 1]
Market 9 underpass—rain on bullet glass,
Razor-talk implant; my whispers cut fast.
I had a name once—flicker, then erased,
A memory-glitch keeps the past misplaced.
Steel breath, soft beat—suit of midnight oil,
I move in the margins where the syndicates toil.
Flash of a neon child—memory-ghost in my sight,
I chase a shadowed promise through the sleepless night.
[Pre-Chorus A] (breathy, elongated)
Veils—/ of blue, of violet smoke,
I drift, I drown—(the city invokes)
A hush—lips part, a single code: / zero trace.
[Chorus] (punchy, hook-driven)
I'm the neon shadow — zero trace, zero face.
A blade for hire, a heart displaced.
Dark is my armor; speed is my grace.
Neon shadow — zero trace, zero face.
[Verse 2]
Glass teeth grind—drones hum like bees,
I move like rumor, a whisper that bleeds.
Market hawkers barter memory for chrome,
I bartered mine back for a ledger and a home.
Vendetta: a name carved into cold iron maps,
Contact left a scar — then the world collapsed.
Razor-talk hums—static in my veins,
I kill for the echo of the life that remains.
[Pre-Chorus B] (aggressive, clipped)
Circuit-scream— I roar, I strike,
No mercy given; I own the night.
Edge and echo — strike, retract, erase—
I vow: zero trace.
[Chorus] (stronger, add image)
I'm the neon shadow — zero trace, zero face.
A ghost in the grid with a signature phrase.
I hunt in chrome alleys, leave no place,
Neon shadow — zero trace, zero face.
[Bridge] (vulnerable, cinematic)
Under the pylons, I listen for a lullaby,
A child's laugh — warped by a lull of static sky.
I held a hand once — warmth in a burning ward,
Now I hold a contract, a name in my palm ignored.
O whisper, my revenant, remember me whole —
I bargain with ghosts for a sliver of soul.
[Vocal Break / Ad‑lib]
(Short, wild melodic runs — echoing Arcane operatics)
Zero— (hold) / trace— (cut) / name— (soft) / lost— (shout)
Veins of chrome! — sing in static! — bleed in code!
[Final Chorus] (lift, reveal consequence)
I'm the neon shadow — zero trace, zero face.
I took the ledger — I paid the price; I erased.
But listen: a memory-ghost pulls at my sleeve —
A neon child calls me back to believe.
Neon shadow — zero trace, zero face.
I am the blade that remembers the face.
[Outro] (fading, operatic-tag)
Fading into static; the underpass hums low,
Legends in circuits — where the lost names go.
I vanish — a whisper — a deed in the rain,
Neon shadow, zero trace — I live again in pain.
