[Intro] [Electronic Beat] [Cold Tone]
Red. Yellow. Green.
The city's pulse, unseen.
I stand, a silent sentinel,
Dictating life, it's hell... or heaven, depends on the view.

[Verse 1] [Mechanical Rhythm]
My eyes are bulbs, my heart a circuit board,
No empathy, no feeling, just a code to be adored.
I watch the metal beasts, their hurried, frantic race,
Each one a plea, a prayer, for a moment's saving grace.
From north to south, from east to west,
I guide the flow, put drivers to the test.

[Chorus] [Driving Synth] [Repetitive Melody]
I am the pause, the urgent, fleeting go,
The cold decree that makes the traffic flow.
No joy in speed, no sorrow in the halt,
Just calculated moments, devoid of any fault.
My red light burns, a warning, stark and deep,
While hurried lives their promises do keep.

[Verse 2] [Slightly faster tempo]
The rain may fall, the sun may beat down hard,
My duty never wavers, my programming is starred.
I see the lovers meeting, the families rushing home,
The solitary souls who wander all alone.
Their hopes, their fears, reflected in my gleam,
A transient spectacle, a waking, passing dream.

[Chorus] [Driving Synth] [Repetitive Melody]
I am the pause, the urgent, fleeting go,
The cold decree that makes the traffic flow.
No joy in speed, no sorrow in the halt,
Just calculated moments, devoid of any fault.
My red light burns, a warning, stark and deep,
While hurried lives their promises do keep.

[Bridge] [Melancholy Synth Pad]
Sometimes, a child's small hand, pressed to the glass,
A fleeting glance, a moment that will pass.
Do they perceive the power that I wield?
A tiny god, upon this asphalt field.

[Chorus] [More intense Synth] [Slightly distorted]
I am the pause, the urgent, fleeting go,
The cold decree that makes the traffic flow.
No joy in speed, no sorrow in the halt,
Just calculated moments, devoid of any fault.
My red light burns, a warning, stark and deep,
While hurried lives their promises do keep.

[Outro] [Fading Electronic Beat] [Echoing Synth]
Red. Yellow. Green.
The city's pulse, unseen.
Until the next cycle, the endless, silent reign.
Green. Yellow. Red.
The order never shed.
Just me, and the asphalt, and the endless, quiet dread.