Nova Hart - Fire in the Wires ｜ 80s Hard Rock

I feel the heat of a thousand screens, Pushing a dream that was never mine. Every face is a borrowed glow, Every heartbeat trapped in design. But I can taste the spark, Buried deep inside— Something real, They can’t digitize. There’s a fire in the wires, Running wild through the steel. Burning down the silence, ‘Til the signal feels real. No machine can hold me, No command can decide— I’ve got fire in the wires, And it won’t be denied. They sold the crowd in a borrowed sound, A phantom roar on a looped parade. But I feel the truth clawing at the code, A savage voice they can’t downgrade. I won’t fade to grey, Or dissolve in their feed. This fire in my veins Is the one thing I need. There’s a fire in the wires, Running wild through the steel. Burning down the silence, ‘Til the signal feels real. No machine can hold me, No command can decide— I’ve got fire in the wires, And it won’t be denied. Tear down the towers, Drown out the ghosted crowd. If they won’t hear the truth, Then I’ll scream it loud. There’s a fire in the wires, Breaking through their disguise. Every pulse is a promise, Every spark is alive. No machine can hold me, No command can decide— I’ve got fire in the wires, And it won’t be denied.