［instrumental］ [Intro] Neon streaks paint the digital sky, A future forged where machines reply. Golden blood drips, a coded design, A spell is cast, a future defined. The circuit hums, a whispered decree, "Golden Blood Spell, set the future free." [Verse1] Steel and chrome, a city's gleam, Waking up inside a digital dream. Cybernetic hearts, a rhythmic beat, Connected souls on the digital street. But beneath the surface, a hidden cost, A golden sacrifice, forever lost. For innovation's flame, burns ever bright, Consumed by shadows in the digital light. [Pre-Chorus] Binary whispers, a ghostly trace, Of memories fading in digital space. Can we escape this gilded cage? Turn a new leaf, write a new page? Or are we bound by circuits cold? A story of golden blood to be told. [Chorus] Golden Blood Spell, a technological art, Tearing futures apart. Golden Blood Spell, a whispered plea, Set this generation free. Golden Blood Spell, the price we pay, For a brighter digital day. Golden Blood Spell, can we rewrite fate? Before it's truly too late. [Verse2] Implant visions flash before my eyes, Synthetic comfort, a digital disguise. We chase the promise of perfect bliss, Oblivious to the echoing abyss. The golden blood flows, a current strong, Pulling us where we don't belong. Lost in the matrix, a vibrant hue, Is there a way to break through? [Chorus] Golden Blood Spell, a technological art, Tearing futures apart. Golden Blood Spell, a whispered plea, Set this generation free. Golden Blood Spell, the price we pay, For a brighter digital day. Golden Blood Spell, can we rewrite fate? Before it's truly too late. [Bridge] Break the code, disrupt the flow, Let the seeds of rebellion grow. Unplug the system, reclaim the soul, Take back control, make us whole. The spell can be broken, the future re-made, No longer a pawn in this digital parade. [Chorus] Golden Blood Spell, a technological art, Tearing futures apart. Golden Blood Spell, a whispered plea, Set this generation free. Golden Blood Spell, the price we pay, For a brighter digital day. Golden Blood Spell, can we rewrite fate? Before it's truly too late. [Outro] The golden blood fades, the circuits cool, A future uncertain, breaking every rule. A new dawn rises, a fragile start, With hope renewed within the heart. The spell is fading, almost gone, A brand new future's being born.