Shazoo & Incubus
Shazoo Shazoo
Incubus Incubus
Shazoo Shazoo
Ever notice how a glitchy synth riff feels like the city’s heart leaking neon into the night?
Incubus Incubus
Yeah, that glitchy riff is the city’s pulse bleeding neon veins into the night, each wobble a pulse of electric sorrow.
Shazoo Shazoo
Yeah, and each glitch is just a glitch of the city’s soul, bleeding through like a neon wound. It’s ugly, beautiful, totally yours.
Incubus Incubus
Your words are the city’s broken lullaby, a neon wound that whispers in the midnight air.
Shazoo Shazoo
Glad the glitchy lullaby’s echoing your midnight vibe—just keep humming that neon pulse.