Track Insight / Lyrics
As snowfall mutes the world in slumber deep
I knead the dough, the moon my only keep
The oven's womb, where darkness makes its home
A symphony of yeast, a sanctum warm to roam
The scent of bread ascends, a phoenix from the cold
My hands, anointed by the stars, as old as time's fold
In mystic rhythm, I extract the essence divine
To consecrate the offerings, as incense to the shrine
So let the darkness rise, the pulse of neon thrives
In every beat, a pulse that makes the senses drive
Euphoric in the gloom, our spirits start to soar
As one, our voices echo, a hymn to the digital score
The snowplows carve the path, a beacon for the night
A city's heartbeat, like a drum, throbs with electric light
High-voltage cadence, synapses firing in delight
A neon aurora blooms, as day succumbs to restless night
In the depths of winter's chill, we find our warmth inside
Where human connection, like a spark, the fire ignites
With every tremor, every rise, our bond takes flight
A swarm of hearts, a firestorm, united in this electric night
From cavernous clubs to deserted streets, we congregate
Under neon halos, lost in waves of luminous debate
Our shadows writhe and dance, as basslines set us free
In this concrete Eden, we find our truths, our destinies
So let the darkness rise, the pulse of neon thrives
In every beat, a pulse that makes the senses drive
Euphoric in the gloom, our spirits start to soar
As one, our voices echo, a hymn to the digital score
Then let our voices lift, carried on the breeze
A sweet incantation, a love letter to the city's ease
Where every face is a friend, in this fleeting, electric love
As we surrender to the beat, sent from above
In zombie march our feet move
in unison a sea of shining souls
To the rhythm of the machines, our primal song unfolds
A s ance of sound and strobes
as one we rise to the occult
Where hearts entwined by silicone, beat as one, a glowing flock
As dawn's first light descends, an whispers in the ear
We take our leave, the city sleeps, its pulse held near
The secrets of the temple, in the night baker's heart reside
Until the snows return, and neon's call, our spirits will abide.
