Lyryck - Psycho Rider

The engine screams louder than his thoughts.

Neon rain cuts through the night as the Psycho Rider leans forward, spine fused with steel, mind locked in kill-mode. No brakes. No hesitation. Every bass hit twists reality, every drop pushes him deeper into the hunt.

He doesn't chase escape - he chases impact.

A predator riding chaos, slicing through the city like a virus in overdrive. By the time you hear him, it's already too late.

This is not a ride.

This is a psychosis at full throttle.