Track Insight / Lyrics
Shift's half over, hunger gnaws at my gut
Bucket of fries and a Coke, a midnight runner's fuel
Walk of shame, flip-flops kicking up the gravel on the lot
Moonless night, neon signs flicker, dying embers of a long forgotten dream
Gates creak, a lonely symphony echoing through the stands
Empty rows of rusted folding chairs, a forgotten gathering place
The stage is dark, screen in tatters, a ghost of glamour past
Beneath the dying marquee, a lone heart still races
Midnight revival, fire in the soul
A hymn of hope, an anthem to call
From the ashes rise, a phoenix born of pain
Midnight revival, let the battle rage again
Beckoning lights, a siren's call, from the diner down the road
Silver counter, linoleum floors, a worn-in rhythm and a tale untold
The register's endless clack, the hiss of grease in the fryer's belly
Coffee cups and crumpled napkins, the detritus of the nocturnal scramble
Gates creak, a lonely symphony echoing through the stands
Empty rows of rusted folding chairs, a forgotten gathering place
The stage is dark, screen in tatters, a ghost of glamour past
Beneath the dying marquee, a lone heart still races
Midnight revival, fire in the soul
A hymn of hope, an anthem to call
From the ashes rise, a phoenix born of pain
Midnight revival, let the battle rage again
Double-bass drumming starts, an industrial heartbeat, pulsing through the night
Distorted, downtuned guitars scream, unfiltered rage and despair
Bass drops to the floor, a sonic undertow, pulling the listener deep
In the chaos, a cry for light, a plea for deliverance to pierce the dark
A maelstrom of notes, a hurricane of sound
Frantic, frenzied, a battle cry in the night
Guitars duel, sparks flying, a sonic storm unwinds
Drums roll like thunder, the world dissolves in the fury
Midnight revival, we rise from the embers
Untamed and raw, our will unbroken
From the depths we climb, to face the morning light
Midnight revival, we burn for the fight!
Siren's wail in the distance a
crescent moon breaking through the haze
The diner's neon lights fade, the welding sparks die out in the gray
A solitary figure walks on, head up, back straight, a phoenix rising
The battle's won, for now, until the darkness calls once more in the night.
