Track Insight / Lyrics
In brick & mortar vaults, nocturnal arts abide
Ted Koppel's hands, a legacy inside
Pounded soles, scuffed knees from dawn 'til night
Hunched in corners, he fans embers bright
Midnight's a time when shadows grip the floor
Kevlar whispers, studs hiss, echoing evermore
Names etched on boxes, alphabet soup stacks
Stitched-together lives, conformity cracked
Neon puddles reflect, mirror city's neon glow
Under Sydney's windswept hills, toiling souls go
Stitched, like skin on outsides, hard-edged lies
In harbor's shadowed crannies, anonymous highs
Rough leather's creases punctuate the night
Rhythmic tappings, hammer to anvil's light
Sole searching for sole-mate, a flawless fusion
Tanned and polished, from dermis to devotion
Polished chrome, mirror-still, in fenders gleams
Silvered blades, an assassin's creed it seems
Headlights pierce the dark, casting long shadows black
Where leatherworkers toil, tracing the beat of hack
Brave new worlds, born of raw and man-tamed beasts
Lifeblood stains the tools, as hands bestir and rest
Midnight pulses, like a heart as it beats
Invisible tethers, binding artisans to their thrones
Neon puddles reflect, mirror city's neon glow
Under Sydney's windswept hills, toiling souls go
Stitched, like skin on outsides, hard-edged lies
In harbor's shadowed crannies, anonymous highs
In night's translucent veil, ghost stories whisper by
Of boxers' sweat and Walther sub-compact sighs
'Round leatherworked lairs, where souls, like bonded hide,
Meld into the shadows, sliding, abiding
Polished chrome, mirror-still, in fenders gleams
Silvered blades, an assassin's creed it seems
Headlights pierce the dark, casting long shadows black
Where leatherworkers toil, tracing the beat of hack
Tanned hides mutter secrets still untold...
