Silent partner in the run,
shadow stitched to every stride,
heartbeat keeps the breakbeat,
neon rain burns where we hide.
No name on the passport,
just the bassline as our guide,
sirens sing off-key—
we remix them into night.
Touch the skyline, let it crumble,
grit turns into glittered drum,
if the world collapses,
we’ll still roll—silent, on the run.