Track Insight / Lyrics
With silver blade in hand
He cleans the acided rim
TB-303 squelches resonate
Through streets where secrets dim
In neon puddles, secrets flow
A temptress siren's fiery glow
Midnight pulse, the witcher's spell
Echoes possibilities to tell
Zenith serenade, to the sky
Amidst the jazz and city's sigh
Echoes whispered, on the wind
In the pulsing beat, his journey begins
Sub-bass rumbles through the floor
The witcher's path, a quest for more
Four-on-the-floor kick drums pound
Through Chicago streets, to the unknown sound
In neon puddles, secrets flow
A temptress siren's fiery glow
Midnight pulse, the witcher's spell
Echoes possibilities to tell
Zenith serenade, to the sky
Amidst the jazz and city's sigh
Echoes whispered, on the wind
In the pulsing beat, his journey begins
Acid synths swirl, a maelstrom rise
As he weaves through neon lights and cries
In the music's heartbeat, a truth takes hold
The witcher's quest, in the night, to unfold
Zenith serenade, to the sky
Amidst the jazz and city's sigh
Echoes whispered, on the wind
In the pulsing beat, his journey begins
As the jazz notes fade away
The witcher's blade, sparkling gray
Reflects the city's midnight grace
A tale of secrets, fastened to its face.
