Doors swing wide, the wave consumes the light
In the neon haze, we search for something right

Crowd surges like a tide beneath the ceiling high
Spotlights carve the aisle, a grave of glow in the night
Flat screens shimmering, a frontline in our eyes
We bleed for pixels, under blackout skies
Midnight riot ‘neath the price tags lost and found
Bodies hit the floor, in the echo of the sound
Shopping carts like ghosts across a metal stampede
Greed in our veins, adrenaline the seed

We bleed for pixels, claw for the beam
In the silent war of wants, we chase the dream
Flat screens lining aisles like battlefield light
Black Friday turns angels into a fighting team
And all we want is to feel alive
In the echo of the sale, we survive

Box cutters flash like hidden steel beneath the glare
Wallets stay empty, yet the rage is everywhere
Broken displays on tired tile floors whisper the cost
Some fight for the screen, others fight for what they lost
Sunrise when the damage is done, bruises count the price
Victory hollow when you see the light but lose the night
Tape on the floor marks where our shadows fell
Yet the hunger restarts, the story we still tell

We bleed for pixels, claw for the beam
In the silent war of wants, we chase the dream
Flat screens lining aisles like battlefield light
Black Friday turns angels into a fighting team
And all we want is to feel alive
In the echo of the sale, we survive

Neon flickers on abandoned carts,
Price tags fade yet the craving restarts
Screens in bags but the eyes remain lost
We fought for a glow that won’t fill the cost
And when the signs reset, we’ll fall in line
Another long night, another sale we buy

We bleed for pixels, claw for the beam
In the silent war of wants, we chase the dream
Flat screens lining aisles like battlefield light
Black Friday turns angels into a fighting team
In the echo of the sale, we survive
We bleed for pixels, just to feel alive

In Between Days

Françoise Sanders