[Intro]
Systems check... Optical sensor: Online.
Target destination: San Francisco.
Status: Fugitive.
[Verse 1]
Rain on the windshield, decoding the night,
My left eye scans with a crimson light.
It sees through the concrete, it sees through the lies,
The wireframe world where nothing dies.
I’m running from sectors corrupt and cold,
A story of errors that shouldn’t be told.
The highway is stretching, a ribbon of chrome,
Hoping this city can feel like a home.
[Pre-Chorus]
But the rearview mirror holds a dangerous view,
Glitchy ghosts in a shade of blue.
They flicker and fade in the buffer zone,
Reminding me I am never alone.
[Chorus]
Drive fast, break the loop,
Before the system crashes, before the troops.
In San Francisco, the fog rolls deep,
Hiding the secrets that the servers keep.
I’m seeking a patch
For a wounded soul.
Losing control.
Losing control...
[Verse 2]
I pass the cathedrals of glass and steel,
Where silicon priests make the unreal real.
They chant in binary, zero and one,
Praying for mercy from the digital sun.
They worship the electrical saints in the grid,
Forgiving the things that the users did.
But can they save a rogue like me?
Or am I just malware they need to delete?
[Chorus]
Drive fast, break the loop,
Before the system crashes, before the troops.
In San Francisco, the fog rolls deep,
Hiding the secrets that the servers keep.
I’m seeking a patch
for a wounded soul.
Losing control.
Losing control...
[Bridge]
My cyber-eye burns, the data stream bleeds,
Showing the truth that nobody needs.
Behind the neon, behind the glow,
Is just endless darkness... and I think I know...
[Build up]
That I’m part of the code!
[Chorus Reprise]
Drive fast, break the loop,
Before the system crashes, before the troops.
In San Francisco, the fog rolls deep,
Hiding the secrets that the servers keep.
I’m seeking a patch
For a wounded soul.
Losing control.
Losing control...
[Outro]
Glitchy ghosts fade into the bay,
Electrical saints light up the way.
San Francisco... 1984...
I’m not running anymore.
System standby.
