Folding hat

St Petersburg, 2024 The warm rain paints the streets below Bridges over the Neva rise like silver wings in the afterglow I'm vintage fire - not for everyone You better understand My clutch holds cyber-sin instead of power in my hand My mission's clear - to leave a mark and stir the city's sleep To drop my digital shadow in the darkest alley

I'm collecting chaos - that's the game we play While you're dreaming safe - I'm breaking every rule My vibe's anarchy - my style's a burning flame This whole damn city's my private stage - my name

Evenings shadows stretch across cold and empty squares By a broken lamp post, darkness holds air He steps into gloom - almost perfect, clean Says, Your style's insane - let's burn this boring down unseen He's a spark - I'm the night - never fades This clash of light shadow turns quiet day into blades A group of kids watches from shadows on side Whispering, It's starting as storm begins ride

Glass door shatters - into thousand shards light Each splinter glints like stars the city lost that night Face control at entrance - don't fit rules or plans One push, one push - and I'm tearing through dam Chaos rolls like avalanche - ground shakes We race through panic - every heartbeat on line My boy - code-born genius - cracked locks in seconds We're at core system - dropping every safety nets we had Risk is religion - bet is everything we own Let world go up flames - we're not turning backs alone!

We're collecting chaos now - our game to win While whole city sleep - tearing down every sins Our vibe's Anarchy - our style's burning flame Whole damn city - our private stages - claim! Quantum brain - full control net's electric veins Upload virus - woven tight twisted chains Systems fall - city drowns total blackout nights This is first sold-out - own dark light St Petersburg - 2044 - lights gone - sky wide Now just our world - alone - this moment never die Let lights go out - fire never fade St Petersburg 2014 - writing history today