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Blue skies and gentle days Carry me along their way Hold me in the quiet light Where everything feels bright Blue skies and gentle days Lift my heart and let it play Sing to me in summer’s voice Where every moment feels like choice

Mysteries of love, rising in the night, Mysteries of love, glowing in the light. Mysteries of love, trembling in the air, Mysteries of love, always waiting there.

Heat algorithm, take control, Fire running through my soul. Heat algorithm, break the frame, Turn my heartbeat into flame.

Concrete dreams, hold me tight Under towers made of light Concrete dreams, don’t let go In your structure, I still grow

Stay electric, don’t fade away Keep the current running through the gray Stay electric, hold me near In the pulse of sound, I disappear

Voltage heart, don’t fade away tonight Keep the fire glowing in the neon light Voltage heart, we’re breaking through the dark Running on emotion like a lightning spark

Soft machine, pull me into your glow Where the pulse runs deep and the moments flow Soft machine, let the night unfold In the quiet hum of a story told

In a room full of wrong mirrors, I’m split into a thousand trembling lines. Every version staring back at me is trying to escape the frame. In a room full of wrong mirrors, I’m both the question and the flame. If I break them all at once, will any of me remain?

Dreams in reverse — pull me through the broken light. Dreams in reverse — teach me how to fall awake. Dreams in reverse — I am the echo before the sound, the ghost before the dream.

Iron hunger — dragging me through the fire. Iron hunger — tearing the quiet apart. Iron hunger — I become the force that breaks, I become the sound that scars.