Yeah
Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Glitter eyes, broken heels
Chaos feels

Cheap champagne — pour it, watch it shiver
Lipstick stains on the rim, call it silver river
Glitter eyes, glitter lies, city neon steals
Broken heels — step loud — hear the chaos feels
We move cold, move quick, pockets and the pills
Night breathes slow but the heartbeat kills
She leans in, whispers names I don’t keep
Dancing close, shallow talk — real runs cheap
This is paint on a smile, cracked like tile
We burn the script, play the part, stay a while
Fake confession, cheap affection, clocked-out thrills
We trade our scars for a minute of the chills

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bathroom smoke, mirror wrote our names in steam
Stolen lines on napkins, taped to shattered dreams
Every joke hits harder after too much wine
We spit and kiss — taste the salt and wine
Falling hard — no parachute, this is gravity
Kiss then spit — that’s the law of the cavity
I don’t care — I say it like a mask I wear
Live for the buzz, for the push, for the dare
Hands on the waist, breath on the neck, heartbeat drum
Pulse syncopated with the beat of the scum
This town’s a theater and we sell the guilt
Curtain falls quick — pockets full, feelings wilt

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bodies crash — tomorrow’s dead on arrival
Cameras flash — freeze-frame our denial
Call me trash — I’ll own it, mouth a grin
Every sin picks a suit that fits skin-thin
Night’s a thief — takes the good and leaves the ache
We count the costs when the bottle’s at the brake

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights

Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Nothing’s real — but the chaos stays

Cynical love (Cloud Rap reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #Morphing Synth Textures