Track Insight / Lyrics
Streets alive, concrete sprawls
Molten summer nights, electric sprawls
Moss cracks concrete, lets roots in deep
Ghost of '82, when dreams could keep
Glass and steel rise from the jungle
Skyscrapers sing, their neon tongue
Ink-black alleys, graffiti shine
Crimson, acid, and chrome collide, pulse in line
Heart of the beast, in the dark it hums
Subway map on the wall, every line a drum
Neon tangle, carnival of lights
Where shadows play, and the night takes flight
Neon Pied Piper, reel 'em in tonight
Siren song of the city, 'til the first light
Streets of desire, neon mystic spell
Pulled beneath the surface, secrets stand tall
Miles of wire, ebb and flow
Neon tide rising, the city glows
Midnight reverie, electric dream
Where the past collides with the future scheme
Neon Pied Piper, reel 'em in tonight
Siren song of the city, 'til the first light
Streets of desire, neon mystic spell
Pulled beneath the surface, secrets stand tall
In the maze of streets, the map unwinds
Each line a story, each coil a crime
Whispers of the past, in the rusted signs
Forgotten futures, in the pipes and vines
Concrete cathedrals, where the underpass speaks
Of lives lived, lost, and the stories that seep
In the dripping walls, a city's heart beats
Where progress and decay, in a dance repeat
Heart of the beast, in the dark it hums
Subway map on the wall, every line a drum
Neon tangle, carnival of lights
Where shadows play, and the night takes flight
Neon Pied Piper, reel 'em in tonight
Siren song of the city, 'til the first light
Streets of desire, neon mystic spell
Pulled beneath the surface, secrets stand tall
Lost and found, in the neon haze
A city's soul, in perpetual phase
Where dreams are made, and hearts are sold
In the winking lights, a secret's told
Neon Pied Piper, reel 'em in tonight
Siren song of the city, 'til the first light
Streets of desire, neon mystic spell
Pulled beneath the surface, secrets stand tall
Neon sighs, a final light
Concrete shadows, into the night
City's pulse, in rhythmic sleep
Neon dreams, secrets softly creep.
