Acid Rain Holograms

Pink and blue reflecting in the street The modern world moving to an ancient beat Holograms flickering in the acid rain We’re still committing the exact same pain Neon signs glowing in the dark Trying to ignite a dying spark A futuristic city, a classic crime We are prisoners trapped in the rhythm of time Synthetic gin in a plastic glass Watching the automated taxis pass The syndicate runs the upper floors While we’re surviving behind locked doors Technology changes, but the shadows remain The greed and the lust, the guilt and the stain Neon signs glowing in the dark Trying to ignite a dying spark A futuristic city, a classic crime We are prisoners trapped in the rhythm of time Neon lights... City of shadows...