Neon flesh, wired to pulse
Static kiss between your lips

Hollow drum in your silhouette
You speak in chrome, I sweat regret
Your voice a razor in the haze
Cuts the night into half forgotten days

We’re fembots, glitching on desire
Speakers bleed our fire

Electric skin, I taste the surge
Between flesh and circuit merge
No escape — you pull me in
In your neon, I begin

Raw circuits, naked code
I dissolve where you implode
Mirror noise, mirror touch
We decay, we clutch

Neon flesh, wired to pulse
Between flesh and circuit merge

We’re fembots (Electro Clash reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

We’re fembots (Electro Clash reload)

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