One last b**t drop

[Intro] (Instrumental: Layered synths with distant echoes, rising vibrations leading to a subdued b**t) Neon lights once filled his veins, Twenty years young, dancing through the chains. A heartbeat synced to flashing skies, A raver’s soul, no compromise. Now the world’s gone quiet, shadows creep, Memories hum where the bass used to seep. At forty, time’s a fading tape, He craves the drop before it’s too late. Echoes call from a distant floor, “Find the rhythm, just once more.” A terminal clock, but he won’t grieve— The night’s alive if you still believe. One last rave where the lasers blaze, Let the vibration mend his maze. Through the static, he’ll rise, he’ll fly, A final b**t drop before goodbye. One last rave, let the speakers scream, A raver’s ghost in a dying dream. The pills won’t steal this stolen high— The night reborn beneath a synthetic sky. He digs out gloves, dusty glow sticks, A mixtape scratched from ’06. The clubs are gone, the crowds dissolved, But in his chest, the pulse evolves. The doctors sigh, “Your body’s frail,” But his spirit’s wired to a strobe-lit trail. A warehouse found, a secret door— The bassline kicks, like decades before. Strobing shadows, a phantom crowd, Time unwinds, he’s screaming loud. The medicine fades, but the music’s pure— A raver’s cure, forever obscure. One last rave where the lasers blaze, Let the vibration mend his maze. Through the static, he’ll rise, he’ll fly, A final b**t drop before goodbye. One last rave, let the speakers scream, A raver’s ghost in a dying dream. The pills won’t steal this stolen high— The night reborn beneath a synthetic sky. Hands in the air, no pain, no fear, The past and future collide here. A tear dissolves in the synthwave’s glow, “This is how a raver ends the show"