In the trance of the city lights,
we dance through the endless nights,
chasing dreams in the neon glow.
In this flux,
we come and go,
voices echo in the streets,
a symphony of hearts that beat.
In the shadows,
we see the light.
In every wrong,
we find what's right.
Through the haze,
we find our way,
through each and every process,
day by day.
In the chaos,
we create a world that's ours to navigate.
We are the trans generation.
In this flux,
we find deletion.
Through the ugly scenes,
we rise,
finding beauty in disguise.
In the trance of the city lights,
we dance through the endless nights,
chasing dreams in the neon glow.
In this flux,
we come and go.
In the mess and in the noise, we find our truth.
We make our choice.
With every step,
we redefine
the process of this life,
so fine as the dawn begins to break.
In this trance,
we are awake.
With every flux,
we find our place in the dance of time and space.
We are the trans generation.
In this flux,
we find deletion.
Through the ugly scenes,
we rise,
finding beauty in disguise.