Echoes of the Empty Cicada

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Cicadas scream in the dead of night
Screaming silence through the broken light
Streetlights bleed with a neon plight
Shadows dance where the cold winds fight
Concrete veins pulse with a ghostly beat
Echoes trap in the shattered street
Metal hums where the silence sleeps
Every breath a note in the urban heat

[Chorus - low male vocal]
Night scene paints the alleyways
Cicadas sing in the dark
Voices fade in the city's spark
Echoes of the empty cicada