[Verse] Neon glows on dusty chairs, Echoes hum through empty air. Drumsticks tap on silent wood, A ghost of rhythm, heard but understood. [Pre-Chorus] The spotlight’s gone, but I still play, Every beat a step toward the day— When the lights come back, and someone hears The pulse that time could never erase. [Chorus] One more fill, one more round, Heartbeat in the fading sound. Circuits hum, the night’s my home, Alone, but never quite alone. One more fill, one more round, The future starts on this broken ground. I’m the echo, I’m the flame— Still drumming in the dark, still the same. [Verse] Rusty marquee, lights are low, A stage where dreams still come and go. No applause, no face to see, But every note finds where it’s meant to be. [Pre-Chorus] The world moves on, but I stay here, Fighting silence, chasing fear— Not for fame, not for the stage, Just to feel the music, not the age. [Chorus] One more fill, one more round, Heartbeat in the fading sound. Circuits hum, the night’s my home, Alone, but never quite alone. One more fill, one more round, The future starts on this broken ground. I’m the echo, I’m the flame— Still drumming in the dark, still the same. [Bridge] Time slows down in hollow halls, Each rimshot answers silent calls. No one sees, but I’m not lost— This beat is where I’m meant to be, This beat is all I’ll ever need. [Chorus] One more fill, one more round, Heartbeat in the fading sound. Circuits hum, the night’s my home, Alone, but never quite alone. One more fill, one more round, The future starts on this broken ground. I’m the echo, I’m the flame— Still drumming in the dark, still the same. [Outro] One more fill… one more round… Still drumming… still the same… Circuits hum… the night’s my home… Alone… but never quite alone.