[Intro]
Neon tides kiss chrome horizons, where the night learns to breathe in new skin.
A clockwork dream hums softly, purring through the seams of who I’ve been.
[Verse 1]
I wake where circuitry grows in vines of silver light, a chrysalis in chrome.
The mirror sighs in prisms, says I’m more than I’ve ever known.
I walk through velvet circuits, velvet rain on neon streets,
And every step unthreads a past that used to hold my feet.
[Chorus]
I’m becoming me in layers, shifting like a tide of stars,
A story peeling off the self that dared to stay the same too long.
Dreams stitched in titanium thread, dawn bending into clay,
I rise adaptive, wide-eyed, where yesterday dissolves away.
[Verse 2]
In a city of glass deserts, I morph in liquid mirrors’ glare,
Butterfly wings of data flutter, brushing corners of my glare.
A river of refracted faces flows beneath a violet sky,
I wear new names like bracelets, every one a bright new sky.
[Chorus]
I’m becoming me in layers, shifting like a tide of stars,
A story peeling off the self that dared to stay the same too long.
Dreams stitched in titanium thread, dawn bending into clay,
I rise adaptive, wide-eyed, where yesterday dissolves away.
[Bridge]
Between the gears and gardens, I harvest what I’ve learned to be,
A collage of selves singing in a language only I can see.
Plasticine dawns melt into coral suns, a planetary seam,
And I float—a cathedral of change, breathing luminous dreams.
[Verse 3]
The dreamscape shifts to circuitry forests and sugar-glass seas,
I trace the maps inside my heart, each contour a new release.
I greet the stranger I am becoming, with a halo of chrome and rain,
A pilgrim in a future that remembers every name.
[Chorus]
I’m becoming me in layers, shifting like a tide of stars,
A story peeling off the self that dared to stay the same too long.
Dreams stitched in titanium thread, dawn bending into clay,
I rise adaptive, wide-eyed, where yesterday dissolves away.
[Outro]
So let the metamorph bloom—the dreamt, the real, the unseen,
A thousand selves unfolding in the pulse of what I’ve been and could be.
