Pixel Pulse

Circuit boards buzzing, heartbeat of the night. Flashing LEDs keep the vibe tight. Wires in my veins charged with the glow. Bassline dropping deep, steady, and slow. Neon pulse, it's electric in my chest. Trap waves crashing, can't give it a rest. Leads screaming loud, they command the air. Caught in the current, no escaping the snare. Voltage climbing, sparks in the dark. Bass hits harder than a comet's arc. Lasers slicing through the smoky mist. Every drop a moment you don't wanna miss. Amplified static, frequencies collide. Futuristic chaos, nowhere to hide. Drums hit like thunder, rolling in my core. Echoes of the trap leave you wanting more. Neon pulse, it's electric in my chest. Trap waves crashing, can't give it a rest. Leads screaming loud, they command the air. Caught in the current, no escaping the snare. Energy peaking, lights start to fade. Trapped in the rhythm this machine made. Circuits hum soft as the night slips away. Neon pulse lingers 'til the break of day.