Your shadow on my thoughts keeps circling through my mind again
Just follow how I breathe while pressure rises high tonight
No calm for me
No calm for me
No calm for me

You want to chase me
You want to close in fast though you keep choosing when and how
But only when it suits you
And never when I call out

In this chase
There’s no pause
To hold my role
As a hunted ghost sprinting through the alleys under neon city sirens loud

I never know your moves when distance stretches thin between our steps
Maybe you track another path
Maybe you stalk another trail
Someone who gets deeper access than I get

Runner I used to trust you
When you whispered plans of nights we’d tear apart the maze together
When you whispered plans of nights we’d tear apart the maze together
Not this time because I claim the minutes left to steal my breath alone
Not this time because I claim the minutes left to steal my breath alone
Not now

So you should slow and recognize a moment that my pulse needs space tonight
Slow and recognize a moment that my pulse needs space tonight
Slow and recognize a moment that my pulse needs space tonight
Stop

In this chase
There’s no pause
To hold my role
As a hunted ghost sprinting through the alleys under neon city sirens loud

In this chase
There’s no pause
To hold my role
As a hunted ghost sprinting through the alleys under neon city sirens loud
Neon city sirens rising through the grid
Neon city sirens rising through the grid
Neon city sirens rising through the grid
Sirens rise

In this chase
There’s no pause
To hold my role
As a hunted ghost sprinting through the alleys under neon city sirens loud

I think the moment breaks
The tangled pulse of choices shifting everywhere tonight
You’ll feel the echo later
Once I’m gone once I’m gone
Then all your roads collapse for you
Every road collapses as you search the fading trace praying I am still there

In this chase

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.

In this chase

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