Verse 1:

Neon veins and a heartbeat like a time bomb,
My thoughts hum louder than a power plant’s drone.
I’m a disco ball cracked, but I’m still throwing light,
Laughing while my circuits fry tonight.

Pre-Chorus 1:

Is this genius or a ticking curse?
A fireworks show trapped in a hearse.
I’m dialed up to eleven, but the joke’s on me—
The punchline’s live, and I’m the comedy.

Chorus:

My wires are always sparklin’,
A brain like a car crash, beauty in the darklin’.
I’m a live wire, twisted tight,
Lighting fires just to feel alive tonight!
Sparklin’, sparklin’, yeah, I’m burnin’ out so bright—
But darling, ain’t it pretty when the wrong parts ignite?

Verse 2:

I’ve got a Rolodex of worst-case dreams,
Static screams where my silence should be.
I’m a junk shop robot with a diamond-core chip,
Dancing in the flames of my own wrecked ship.

Pre-Chorus 2:

They say “cool down,” but I’m wired to the moon,
A defibrillator waltzing out of tune.
Cut my cord, I’ll just scream in neon red—
My chaos is a crown, and I’ll reign ‘til I’m dead.

Chorus:

My wires are always sparklin’,
A brain like a car crash, beauty in the darklin’.
I’m a live wire, twisted tight,
Lighting fires just to feel alive tonight!
Sparklin’, sparklin’, yeah, I’m burnin’ out so bright—
But darling, ain’t it pretty when the wrong parts ignite?

[Bridge Spoken-sung female voice]
“Diagnosis: poetic disaster. Prognosis: terminal laughter.”
[Builds to a shout]
I’m a ghost in a machine with a killer guitar riff,
So plug me in, watch the sparks fly, call it a gift!

Verse 3

Clockwork teeth grinding down to the nubs,
Can’t stop the feedback looping love to a thud.
Meds in my palm like a sinner’s last rite—
I overdose on fuses just to mute the night.
My motherboard’s begging for a mercy erase,
But I’m too alive to quit this manic race.
Praying to faulty gods in a code-red state,
Screaming in a language I can’t translate.

Pre-Chorus 2 [Reprise]

They say “cool down,” but I’m wired to the moon,
A defibrillator waltzing out of tune.
Cut my cord, I’ll just scream in neon red—
My chaos is a crown, and I’ll reign ‘til I’m dead.

Chorus:

My wires are always sparklin’,
A brain like a car crash, beauty in the darklin’.
I’m a live wire, twisted tight,
Lighting fires just to feel alive tonight!
Sparklin’, sparklin’, yeah, I’m burnin’ out so bright—
But darling, ain’t it pretty when the wrong parts ignite?

Outro Chorus [Double-Time Frenzy]

My wires are always sparklin’,
Burn the manual, I’ll rewrite the dark in ‘em!
I’m a firework wired to a fault,
Crash the grid, kiss the volts—
Sparklin’, sparklin’, yeah, I’m the blackout’s bride,
Dancing in the wreckage, screaming, “I’m alive!”

[Whispered, Smirking]

…Blow a fuse, and call it art.

Sparklin’, sparklin’, voltage runnin’ through my veins—
No off-switch, no reset, just a beautiful insane!
Sparklin’, sparklin’, glitchin’ with a wicked grin—
If I short-circuit, at least I went out dialed to ten!
Sparklin’, sparklin’
Oooooooh-yeaaaaaaah!!!!