Track Insight / Lyrics
Steam rises from the kettle cup,
Foggy night, an unseen pup,
In the kitchen, he prowls around,
Tail swishing, nose to the ground.
Whispers of a midnight chase,
Through dark alleys, unbound pace,
The city's heartbeat in his ears,
Guiding steps through deserted peers.
Neon pulses like a siren's call,
Piercing gloom, he gives a ball,
Into the wind, a joyous howl,
As he traces scents and city's sprawl.
Midnight run, through city lights,
Freedom's thrill, his spirit's flight,
He's alive, electrified and strong,
With the night, where he all belongs.
Whispers grow, a rising pitch,
Footsteps faster, a frantic switch,
From stroll to sprint, the urgency,
As the chase pushes further in city.
Vocal chops, a textured blur,
808 sub kicks with pulsing furor,
Supersaw chimes in unison high,
Gliding euphoria across the sky.
Scents of smoke, of oil and spice,
Lead him through the urban vice,
The world asleep, a ghostly stride,
As he weaves through the city's tide.
Neon pulses like a siren's call,
Piercing gloom, he gives a ball,
Into the wind, a joyous howl,
As he traces scents and city's sprawl.
Midnight run, through city lights,
Freedom's thrill, his spirit's flight,
He's alive, electrified and strong,
With the night, where he all belongs.
Whispers grow, a rising pitch,
Footsteps faster, a frantic switch,
From stroll to sprint, the urgency,
As the chase pushes further in city.
Hypnotic synths, an anthemic rise,
Vocal chops layered, a soaring guise,
Kettle's steam, the chase begins anew,
As the hound and city forever true.
Steam rises from the kettle cup,
Foggy night, an unseen pup,
In the kitchen, he prowls around,
Tail swishing, nose to the ground.
