Track Insight / Lyrics
Strutting on the strip, your electro- allure ignites,
Step by sultry step, your game's on full sites.
Microchip mystique and circuit charm in play,
Flirting with the beat, night's your alleyway.
In this construct, circuitry cascades,
Scores play secret rhythms, neon shadows sway,
Throb and pulse, the city's heartbeat rides,
Synth dreams swirl, the fresco of the night.
Pulse of the console, beating to the thrum,
Brass stabs and slap bass, an enticing drum.
Electric piano spins a tune so slick,
Painting paths of steel, slick with digital chic.
In this construct, circuitry cascades,
Scores play secret rhythms, neon shadows sway,
Throb and pulse, the city's heartbeat rides,
Synth dreams swirl, the fresco of the night.
Slap bass slaps, funk guitar skanks and groans,
Brass punctuates, urging feet to moan,
Synths chirp and beep, computing the vibe,
Funky bytes to make our spirits fly high.
Robots waltzing, microcosmic scene,
LCD eyes glowing, like fireflies serene.
In this arcade cult, 80s reverie reigns,
Choreographed in code, the robots sustain.
In this construct, circuitry cascades,
Scores play secret rhythms, neon shadows sway,
Throb and pulse, the city's heartbeat rides,
Synth dreams swirl, the fresco of the night.
Glitch and hum, the machine chorus sings,
In a language we forge, of circuitry strings.
In this neon labyrinth, our hearts align,
Where bits and bytes ignite, the rhythm divine.
In this construct, circuitry cascades,
Scores play secret rhythms, neon shadows sway,
Throb and pulse, the city's heartbeat rides,
Synth dreams swirl, the fresco of the night.
Disconnecting from the screen, our bodies glow,
In the thrall of the dance, our spirits grow,
Riding the retro wave, our steps so sweet,
In the city's pulsing core, we can't retreat.
