I woke up where the city burned in ultraviolet haze,
Billboards bleeding light like the end of days.
Strangers wore the faces of a corrupted stream,
Sidewalks warping sideways like a fever‑dream.
So I stepped on the midnight line as the skyline groaned,
Feeling something in the light I could no longer postpone.
“Something’s wrong in the light… something’s breaking in my mind.”
Now I ride through the astral light on the midnight line,
Where the world cracks open like a fault in time.
And the truth roars deep in the wires beneath,
Where the heart sees farther than the mind can reach.
“Break the line, cut the shine… break the line, cut the shine.”
A rider with a foam‑blade sword and a neon grin
Said he fought for fame once but never fit in.
He hacked at his reflection in the chrome‑lit glass,
Trying to kill the light that kept looping his past.
“Every fear you dodge becomes your cage,” he cried,
Then blew apart in sparks like a circuit that died.
“Face the shadow or be bound… face the shadow or be bound.”
Still I ride through the astral light on the midnight line,
Where the world cracks open like a fault in time.
And the truth roars deep in the wires beneath,
Where the heart sees farther than the mind can reach.
“Break the line, cut the shine… break the line, cut the shine.”
A figure in a trench coat made of shifting ads
Stopped me cold with a half‑smile, calm and sad.
He handed me a compass built from broken earbuds,
Saying, “Don’t follow what you ought — escape the light that floods.”
And the midnight line shook like a blown‑out drone
As he whispered, “The path you fear is the one you own.”
“Walk the path you fear… walk the path you fear.”
“Break the line, cut the shine… break the line, cut the shine.”
At the edge of the city where the billboards die,
Stands a tower humming like a storm‑lit lullaby.
Every step I took made the light unwind,
Till the world turned sharp like it could read my mind.
And the tower sang softly, “You were never confined —
Every shadow you carried was a lock you designed.”
“Every shadow was a doorway… every shadow was a guide.”
So I walk from the astral light on the midnight line,
Where the world cracks open like a fault in time.
And the soul breaks free in the hum of the street,
Where the heart sees farther than the mind can reach.
“Break the line, cut the shine… break the line, cut the shine.”
“Break the line… cut the shine…”
-BB
