[INTRO]
Neon.
Fog.
Tag—unknown.
Field—live.
Armed—none.
[VERSE I – tremolo / blast]
A pale, jointed frame in mist—
Not flesh; stitched oxide, rivet-seams.
Pane by pane it takes the street,
Cold geometry that learns to breathe.
An arm flung forward—hard, exact.
No sound. No warning. Only form
That makes the city lean and crack.
[REFRAIN / CHORUS – chant (short)]
Overlight—over me.
Hard line. No exit.
Bruised—no face.
No name. No handle.
[LOG]
Confirm—none.
Evidence—light.
Subject—unfixed.
[VERSE II – mid-tempo, industrial edge]
A bar of ghosts—
Cold bottles sweat under dead chandelier.
Flash through haze: shine turns to filings,
Gloss ground down, pressed into grams.
Behind the counter: dressed-as-her—
Corset shadow, half erased.
The mirror won’t confirm a face—
It keeps the stain, it keeps the trace.
[REFRAIN / CHORUS]
Overlight—over me.
Hard line—no entry.
Bruised—no face.
No name. No handle.
[BRIDGE – clean voice, then harsh]
Cut out of night—jaw like a cliff,
Lips held shut by overlight.
Wet black wires on white skin—
A photo rinsed of “I”.
A spiral eye keeps looking down;
Plaster peels like ancient charts.
The room goes cold. Remains.
[LOG]
Focus—lock.
Detail—grain.
Identity—null.
[BREAKDOWN – half-time]
Red wing opening—metal-lit—
Biting through the storm.
Broken horn—sharp question raised,
Honed black against the glare of form.
Lightning held against the mask,
Splitting the middle into two:
Alarm-red arguing with hush—
Signal tearing straight through you.
[REFRAIN / CHORUS – return]
Overlight—over me.
Hard line. No exit.
Bruised—no face.
No name. No handle.
[OUTRO – slow / doom]
Neon.
Fog.
Frame.
[VOICE: OVERSIGHT]
Voice: oversight.
Case: ongoing.
R zero active.