Track Insight / Lyrics
Beneath the dirty city,
Glass shards crunchin' under me,
A funk machine on the fritz,
Paralyzin' the luminous tech.
440 volts depleatin',
In a burst of flickerin' lightnin',
Gizmos smokin' in a haze,
Death knell for the neon days.
Neon relic, stranglin' me,
With wires crossed in disarray,
Lost in the post-light dawn,
Longin' for the nightlife gone.
Mothballed museum artifacts,
Faded icons of a bygone chart,
Yearnin' for that electric thrill,
In a hush where echoes still.
Poles saggin', tubes crankin',
Desolate streets where lights went dark-in',
Cracked domes glowin' pale,
A world where neon failed.
Neon relic, stranglin' me,
With wires crossed in disarray,
Lost in the post-light dawn,
Longin' for the nightlife gone.
Reel of flickrin' images,
A tapestry of half-remembered things,
Grabbin' scraps of neon dreams,
Catchin' glimpses through the haze.
Neon relic, stranglin' me,
With wires crossed in disarray,
Lost in the post-light dawn,
Longin' for the nightlife gone.
Wires hum a funeral dirge,
Neon's cold embrace,
In a world that's lost its shine,
Only shadows remain.
