Track Insight / Lyrics
Beneath moth-eaten mothballs in a peeling corner
Limescale blues, owl's hollow hoots sonnet
Witcher's ghost examines edge of ancient blade
Careful hand tracing bevel in looping, worn invades
Whispers of soot and salt beneath poles
Railcar's dying sigh, THE WHISTLE TOOLS
Tiny bells that barely whisper "farewell, fare thee well"
Railcar rocking, rumbling, trembling, bound for nether queue
Streaking 'cross midnight, on a railcar home
Moon cuts neon puddles, streets alive in chrome
Cyberpunk whimsy, slashes, fends for survival
Night's dark canvas, forever, ever, ever
Along power lines, where metropolis sprawls
Tattered flags snapping, flags like tattered sails
Witcher's silver glints enchanted in a vine-covered glass
Railcar's steely heartbeat, salt-crusted oil
Beneath moth-eaten mothballs, and pockmarked wall
Time-shattered ceiling, where "Stations Ahead" signs once called
Whispers of soot and salt beneath poles
Railcar's dying sigh, THE WHISTLE TOOLS
Tiny bells that barely whisper "farewell, fare thee well"
Railcar rocking, rumbling, trembling, bound for nether queue
Streaking 'cross midnight, on a railcar home
Moon cuts neon puddles, streets alive in chrome
Cyberpunk whimsy, slashes, fends for survival
Night's dark canvas, forever, ever, ever
Effervescent bubbles, carbonating from industrial drains
Glittering in dark, neon streaks like rainbows' frayed remains
Railcar lumbers, lurching, through delirious dreams
Finding infernal solace, THE WHISTLE TOOLS
Streaking 'cross midnight, on a railcar home
Moon cuts neon puddles, streets alive in chrome
Railcar's steely heartbeat, an eternal, hypnotic song
Through streets, through dark, forever, ever, ever on
Rust-eaten gates, creaking in the lonely night
Welcoming entrance to forgotten industrial light
