Track Insight / Lyrics
I'm the captain of worn wooden floors
Rescue missions for shoes that walk too sore
Tired feet and miles, the logs in my head
Treating each sole like a wounded segue
I stitch, scrape and buff, whet the blade
In this neon lit hell, I've made my trade
Nightshift solace in rhythmic grind
Heavy metal for leather's bindings
Neon pulses, the music's beat
Copper whispers, my leather retreat
The neon neon carnival never sleeps
But I find solace in polished silence and deep breaths
The mounted wheels, the flying sparks, the
Searing rebellions of each bolt stripped and blackened
We're all just running wild, we're all just trying
To find some beauty in the darkness, in the lying
Nightshift solace in rhythmic grind
Heavy metal for leather's bindings
Neon pulses, the music's beat
Copper whispers, my leather retreat
Snare crack, bass line cement
Riff grind, the leather's present
Whispers echo, a haunting choir
Screams and strains, my work attire
Bends and whammy's, pinch harmonics too
Riffs on top, making the leather new
Feedback screams, a cathartic release
In this concrete hell, my release
Nightshift solace in rhythmic grind
Heavy metal for leather's bindings
Neon pulses, the music's beat
Copper whispers, my leather retreat
Riff drops, the night is done
My buffer's cleansed, the leather won
Neon signs blur, a tired sigh
In leather's warmth, I watch the sky.
