Shadow on the pavement, city’s pulse is slow
Dead neon flickers as the night begins to grow
Haunted by reflections, faces in the glass
Smoke curls in corridors, future and the past
Cold wind calling me, I walk these silent streets alone
Stranger in a memory, a dark ghost far from home
Cathedrals crumbling, secrets in the stone
Drums echo hollow—every heart’s a monochrome
Figures move like phantoms, voices underground
Lost between the footsteps, never to be found
Cold wind calling me, I walk these silent streets alone
Stranger in a memory, a dark ghost far from home
Midnight confessions, names that no one knows
Bleeding in the static, buried under snow
Cold wind calling me, I walk these silent streets alone
Stranger in a memory, a dark ghost far from home
#gothic
#gotico
#darkwave
#postpunk
