Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh  
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh  
Neon ringing in my teeth  
Tremble rising underneath  

Full of static, voltage rush  
Siren burning in my gut  
Feel it twist, feel it shut  
So erratic, can’t get enough  

Flicker running through my jaw  
Silence breaking into claws  
Then it bites me, drags me down  
But the neon keeps me sound  

Voices in the back, they say:  
“You’re fine, just don’t react”  
They pull me out at midnight glow  
Girls with names I’ll never know  
Lipstick tastes all the same  
Shaking like a fuse again  

Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah  
Oh, every step feels wired tonight  
Oh, baby, why’s your grip so tight?  
Won’t you lose it, lose it, lose it?  
I’ve been walking with a spark, can’t get past the dark  
People staring through the glass  
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh  
I can’t feel nothing now  

There’s a fracture in the glass  
Tremor beating, will it pass?  
It keeps humming in my chest  
Wire pulling harder than the rest  

And I love it, burning high  
Every shadow multiplied  
Retro fever in my veins  
Can’t escape this glowing chain  

Voices in the back, they say:  
“You’re fine, just don’t decay”  
I’m spiraling at midnight blue  
Every mirror shows the truth  
Lipstick fades, the faces blur  
But the neon still endures  

Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah  
Oh, every step feels wired tonight  
Oh, baby, why’s your grip so tight?  
Won’t you lose it, lose it, lose it?  
I’ve been walking with a spark, can’t get past the dark  
People staring through the glass  
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh  
I can’t feel nothing now  

Feel the pressure… feel the pressure  
Ooh-ooh, neon measure  
Feel the pressure… feel the pressure  
Hold me tighter, chase the pleasure  

Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah  
Oh, every step feels wired tonight  
Oh, baby, why’s your grip so tight?  
Won’t you lose it, lose it, lose it?  
I’ve been walking with a spark, can’t get past the dark  
People staring through the glass  
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh  
I can’t feel nothing now  

Feel the pressure…  
Feel the pressure…  
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh…  

Pressure (Synthwave Pop 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.

Pressure (Synthwave Pop reload)

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