Born in the dark under neon skies

Wired minds, where silence lies

No God, no plan, just pulse and sound

A brainchild grows where truth is found

Cold hands on warm machines

Dreaming loud in silent scenes

No voice, just cold and synth collide

In every drop my soul resides

I am the brainchild, born of the beat

Never in memory, never obsolete

Circles of thoughts in a concrete seek

The rhythm is law

It sets me free

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I am the brainchild, forged in sound

No borders, no kings, no battleground