Track Insight / Lyrics
Synth pulses through the dark,
Silence near, neon far.
Footsteps tarnished from the past,
Seeking refuge at last.
Clockwork hands stand still today,
Mechanical heart stopped in decay. Aberdeen stone, overgrown,
Secrets drowned in mossy undertone.
Whispers of a clockmaker's dream,
Echoes of a distant scheme.
Seeking solace in the night,
Where synths pulse like a lighthouse light.
In the neon puddles, streets alive,
Metals call, a magnetic drive.
Synthetic beats, industrial heart,
Pulse of a city torn apart.
Rhythms grow, a storm within,
Neon signs reflect the din.
Synths rising like a tide,
Seductive beats, a siren's pride.
Clockwork flows, gears engage,
Rhythms kick, the dance begins.
Neon glow, a strobe's sway,
Midnight's euphoria on display.
Abandoned workshops, hollow halls,
Hues of steel, behind those walls.
Forgotten genius laid to rest,
Echoes of a ticking breast.
In the neon puddles, streets alive,
Metals call, a magnetic drive.
Synthetic beats, industrial heart,
Pulse of a city torn apart.
Reflections weave, a tapestry old,
Silhouettes dance, a story untold.
In the shadows, dreams take flight,
Synthetic wings, a beacon bright.
Neon pulse, a siren's call,
Rhythms rise, beating fast and tall.
Synths blaze, a lighthouse high,
Guiding through the city's dying sky.
Fading light, a world apart,
Synthetic heart, a dying start.
In the neon puddles, silence falls,
A city's pulse, gradually stalls.
