Track Insight / Lyrics
Scratch and break the mold
Few are bold enough to hold
Maelstrom in the cellar, shadows rise
Beckon me, your steel vault eyes
Leather's waxed and worn from touch
A cobbler's art, his fingertips clutch
In every stitch, a tale unfolds
Of soles that traverse neon's gold
As I step inside the gates
Synthetic echoes, blood-rust gates
The arcade whispers ancient licks
Under neon, strobing electric sticks
In retro's labyrinth, time stands still
Synthesizers drone, in dissonant chill
I drift on echoes through the night
Haunted by the colored light
The player hums, a distant dirge
In chromed and plastic pilgrimage
Quarters fall, a copper rain
Each tilt of flippers, nerve and vein
As I step inside the gates
Synthetic echoes, blood-rust gates
The arcade whispers ancient licks
Under neon, strobing electric sticks
In retro's labyrinth, time stands still
Synthesizers drone, in dissonant chill
I drift on echoes through the night
Haunted by the colored light
Vection overload, pulsing screens
Frantic bleeps and static sheens
Fevered dreams beneath the glow
Illusory solace as the rhythm flows
Seething riffs, a particle storm
Electric tempest, world-form
Disruption, mythopoeic birth
In chaos, primal spark of worth
In retro's labyrinth, time stands still
Synthesizers drone, in dissonant chill
I drift on echoes through the night
Haunted by the colored light
The last quarter tumbles, drained
I emerge, into the city's rain
Neon signs fade, color bleeds
Memory's spores, in steel-lined seeds.
