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The city hums like a broken dream
Neon rivers where shadows gleam
The air tastes cold the night turns slow
What's real
What's a show?
I see your face in the glass
Flickering there then it won't last
Neon ghosts in the dark they're calling
Static hearts in the void keep falling
Tell me why
Tell me how
Can we even stop it now
The ground feels thin like it might cave in
Echoes whisper where life has been
You trace a line in the dust of time
But nothing stays
No reason
No rhyme
Your voice drips through the static haze
Fading out like a lost parade
Neon ghosts in the dark they're calling
Static hearts in the void keep falling
Tell me why
Tell me how
Can we even stop it now
Story
A city humming like something already broken. A face in the glass that will not hold, echoes where a life used to be, and no way left to tell the real thing from the show.
Credits
- Komposition
- The Visitors
- Produktion
- The Visitors
- Text
- The Visitors
- Release
- Λlᵦ≡rᵗ
- Länge
- 4:05
- ISRC
- QT6G72673428
- Format
- FLAC, 24/44.1
- Erschienen
- 11.08.2026