Len90

[Intro] (Heavy, spaced-out guitar riff, each note rings out; sharp cymbal crash; bass enters with a deep, funky pulse) Yeah… yeah… Let’s go… [Verse 1] The city breathes in concrete, slow and heavy like a curse, Traffic lights flicker cold, like someone else’s empty verse. I’m tearing off these masks, one by one, in the dim light, Tonight is mine to keep, I’ll hold it tight, I’ll win this fight. No plans, no lists, no waiting for some distant “later”, Just this rhythm in my chest, and the wind outside the window, waiting… [Pre‑Chorus] My heart is pounding like a drum, slow but loud, you hear it roar, I don’t wait for permission—I’ve broken every locked door. From a single spark alone, I’m lighting up the darkest night, Let the whole world wait—I’m stepping out, I’ve found my light. [Chorus] I’m free right now, can you hear it, right now… This city is my stage, this air is my jazz, somehow. No “ifs”, no “buts”, just this pure and steady drive, I burn down and rise again—this is my personal high. [Verse 2] Mirrors show a stranger, someone I don’t want to be, Too many foreign voices, too much noise inside my head, you see. I’m shedding all the excess, piece by piece, in the quiet dark, Leaving only truth and pulse, only beat, only spark. They can say it’s foolish, they can scream “stop right there”, But I hear the guitar sing: “Hold this groove, don’t let it go anywhere.” [Pre‑Chorus] My heart is pounding like a drum, slow but loud, you hear it roar, I don’t wait for permission—I’ve broken every locked door. From a single spark alone, I’m lighting up the darkest night, Let the whole world wait—I’m stepping out, I’ve found my light. [Chorus] I’m free right now, can you hear it, right now… This city is my stage, this air is my jazz, somehow. No “ifs”, no “buts”, just this pure and steady drive, I burn down and rise again—this is my personal high. [Guitar Solo] (Spaced-out solo with long sustain, bluesy bends, dramatic slides; build slowly into octave jumps, then pull back for tension) [Bridge] Time doesn’t wait, but we’ll take it slow, let it sink in deep, Seconds melt like ice in a glass, but I’ll keep this moment, I won’t sleep. I choose to live, not hide behind someone else’s plan, This night belongs to me—I’ll carry it inside, I’ll understand. [Chorus] I’m free right now, can you hear it, right now… This city is my stage, this air is my jazz, somehow. No “ifs”, no “buts”, just this pure and steady drive, I burn down and rise again—this is my personal high. [Outro] Right now… Just the rhythm… Just the flame… Yeah. (Long final chord, let it ring; fading drum echo, slow decay)