Brutalist In the neon glow of the city lights, Where love and magic intertwine, Dancing in the shadows of the night, I long for a love that once was mine. Through the beat of every heart's desire, I search for you in melodies so pure, Lost in the rhythm, consumed by fire, A dance of love that will endure. Moonwalk memories of a love so true, In every note, I still find you, Echoes of a heart that once knew, The pain of a love that bids adieu. Billie Jean's not my lover, But the thrill of love still hovers, : 1.0 | Michael Jackson song Blood on the Dance floor In the shadows of despair I dwell, Beneath the blackened sky's twisted spell, Death's cold embrace, a haunting wail, In the depths of darkness, my spirit frail. Like a haunted lover, I'm consumed by pain, Lost in a void where light can't reign, Every breath a dagger, every heartbeat a knell, In the depths of despair, I drown and fell. Yet in the ashes of my shattered soul, A flicker of pride, a fiery coal, Rising like a phoenix from the grave, Defiant, stro : 1.0