[Verse 1]

I still hear the chime of the 8-bit sky,

Cartridges stacked where the memories lie.

No patches, no day one broken dream,

Just colors that danced on a CRT screen.

Jumpin’ through worlds that I swore were alive,

Every pixel burned bright, kept my spirit revived.

No hollow quests, no soulless grind,

Just stories and secrets we’d stumble to find.

[Chorus]

🎶 Bring me back to the glow of the night,

When the sprites were crude, but the magic was right.

No loot box lies, no corporate mold—

Just heart in the code, just courage and gold.

They remake the shell, but it’s never the same,

They forgot the soul, they forgot the game.

I don’t want the slop, the noise, or the fame—

I just want to feel that magic again. 🎶

[Verse 2]

We didn’t need cutscenes or voice-over flair,

The silence was loud—we imagined it there.

One hit and you're gone, but you'd try once more,

Because you believed what you played was lore.

Now they sell us lies with a glossy sheen,

Micro dreams in a monetized machine.

I see my childhood torn and repackaged wrong,

Another remake… just another soulless song.

[Bridge]

Do they remember what it meant to try?

To lose a hundred times and never ask why?

When gameplay was king, and stories were earned,

Now it’s graphics and grind—have they never learned?

[Chorus]

🎶 Bring me back to the glow of the night,

When the sprites were crude, but the magic was right.

No loot box lies, no corporate mold—

Just heart in the code, just courage and gold.

They remake the shell, but it’s never the same,

They forgot the soul, they forgot the game.

I don’t want the slop, the noise, or the fame—

I just want to feel that magic again. 🎶

[Outro – Spoken/Softly Sung]

So here’s to the pixels, the quests and the lore,

To the friends on the couch and the lands we explored.

You can keep your shaders and cinematic scope…

I’ll take my soul back, and I’ll take my hope.