Neon Jungle

Underneath the neon trees, I hear the whispers of the breeze.

Flashing lights, electric hum. City's heartbeat, a tribal drum. This neon jungle

calls my name. A glowing beast I cannot tame. Wild and bright, it owns the

night. Neon jungle, hold me tight. Concrete vines that stretch and sway.

Twisting paths that lead astray. Colors scream, they bite, they sting.

In this chaos, I'm the king. Lost but found, I roam. Every shadow hides

the sun. This neon jungle calls my name. A glowing beast

I cannot tame. Wild and bright, it owns the night. Neon jungle,