Track Insight / Lyrics
Clocked out, he trudges from the shift
Through gum-strewn parking lots and tired shift
Sweat-soaked hair and grease-stained clothes
Neon signs flicker, empty streets expose
A worn tape loops through his jacket
Tattered edges tear on every tack
Static crackles, voices breaking through
A secret world he'd rather not pursue
But the magnet pulls him in tonight
Gas station cleaning, wipe down the floor
Find solace in a dingy, haunted light
Run his hands over cold chrome deluxe
Broom in hand, he sweeps the night
A hopeless ritual, fate so tight
Plastic cups and grit, a mangy throne
Adrift, he leans against the wall alone
Midnight shadows, police sirens wail
A refuge from the life that's failed
He's hooked, chasing fragments, seeking more
Of the life he abandoned long ago, before
But the magnet pulls him in tonight
Gas station cleaning, wipe down the floor
Find solace in a dingy, haunted light
Run his hands over cold chrome deluxe
Frantic thoughts swirl, harsh as static noise
Memories resurface, a toxic dose
The warmth of worn cassette, voices echo near
A phantom solace he can't hold or fear
Riffs spiral, screaming through the night
A cathartic storm, his inner demons fight
But the magnet pulls him in tonight
Gas station cleaning, wipe down the floor
Find solace in a dingy, haunted light
Run his hands over cold chrome deluxe
Clogged-up filters, trash bags heavy with the weight
A final sweep, a futile, endless feat
He unlatches the door, steps into the chill
And disappears into the nothingness he's built
