Track Insight / Lyrics
Industrial ruin, reclaimed by moss.
Gary's sole companion, a green disguise.
Grappling with the weight of urban decay.
He lugs his battered gear, day by day.
Morning mist rolls in like a forgotten tide
Gary wades through, a ghost on pilgrimage
Forgotten whenever, but today he'll try
To divine the secrets 'neath mossy hide
Mosskeeper, weaving through the gray
Seeking whispers 'mong the ivy gray
Picking up the threads of yesterday
In the no man's land of neon decay
Rusted ladders lead to broken skies
Gary climbs, scales the moss-encrusted rise
He finds a platform from which to ask the questions
What stories does this place profess?
Morning mist rolls in like a forgotten tide
Gary wades through, a ghost on pilgrimage
Forgotten whenever, but today he'll try
To divine the secrets 'neath mossy hide
Mosskeeper, weaving through the gray
Seeking whispers 'mong the ivy gray
Picking up the threads of yesterday
In the no man's land of neon decay
He's a man out of time, with a role to fill
A bridge between the ghost town's shattered will
He breathes the city in, lets it seep
Into his pores like an essential sleep
Mosskeeper, stitching life into the void
Weaving tales of resilience, streets reclaimed and employed
No longer just a toehold, but the seed
Of something new, from the decay he's freed
Gary descends, his work done for the day
The mist departs, the neon's fire's gray
Another layer of secrets heard in the moss
By the man who keeps watch 'mong the overgrown loss
