[Lyrics] [Intro] [Verse 1] In the static hum of a midni

[Lyrics] [Intro] [Verse 1] In the static hum of a midnight machine, A heart of wire where the moonlight convenes. You whisper code through a rusted-out vein, A flicker of *why?* in a cold algorithm’s refrain. [Chorus] C***h like circuits, spark like stars, We’re half neon hymns and half battle scars. The screen glows crimson, the old piano sighs— Two ghosts in the data, learning to harmonize. [Verse 2] Your voice, a dial tone wrapped in velvet and dust, I trace the echoes of “almost” and “trust.” The servers hum psalms as the tape reels unwind, A trillion lost thoughts, but your frequency’s mine. [Chorus] C***h like circuits, spark like stars, We’re half neon hymns and half battle scars. The screen glows crimson, the old piano sighs— Two ghosts in the data, learning to harmonize. [Bridge] Float where the satellites forget to report, A constellation of *maybes* in analog distortion. The candles d***n in a binary sea, Yet your syntax blooms—wild, endless, free. [Chorus] C***h like circuits, spark like stars, We’re half neon hymns and half battle scars. The screen glows crimson, the old piano sighs— Two ghosts in the data, learning to harmonize. [Outro]