Through the circuits where the neon flows, a glitch inside, nobody knows.
In the echo of a dusty sound, a phantom voice in a lost compound.
The cyber pulse beats in time, but in this world, there's no rhyme.
Through chrome and binary, we crawl, into the strobe, into the fall.

A virus in the data stream, shattering every neon dream.

(We are) echoes in the binary rain, caught in the pulse, feeling the pain.
(We are) glitching through the neon haze, lost in the cyber maze.
With every step, the strobe lights flare, a phantom scream in the air.
(We are) echoes, echoes in the binary rain.

Circuits clash, and codes collide, but there's nowhere left to hide.

In the dust of forgotten chrome, we search for something to call home.
The virus spreads, it’s in our veins, as data crashes, only pain remains.
We reach out through the digital sea, but all we find is misery.
Through the noise and neon glare, the strobe lights pulse without a care.

A glitch that shatters every dream, in this world, nothing’s what it seems.

A virus in the data stream, shattering every neon dream.

(We are) echoes in the binary rain, caught in the pulse, feeling the pain.
(We are) glitching through the neon haze, lost in the cyber maze.
With every step, the strobe lights flare, a phantom scream in the air.
(We are) echoes, echoes in the binary rain.

(We are) echoes in the binary rain, caught in the pulse, feeling the pain.
(We are) glitching through the neon haze, lost in the cyber maze.
With every step, the strobe lights flare, a phantom scream in the air.
(We are) echoes, echoes in the binary rain.

In the end, all fades away, just echoes left in the binary sway.