Somewhere in the echo of the night,
Where broken hearts meet shattered light,
I'm burning through my faded ties,
With eyes that see through silver skies.
Electric dreams, they paint your face,
In neon hues with sweet embrace.
But under wires where shadows trace,
The truth hides from its own chase.
(Chorus)
We're chasing stars in plastic bars,
On a stage where souls go far,
Our fingers burnt and lips are sore,
In this city that we adore.
In warehouses, when the day has fled,
Where guitars bleed and amps are fed,
With sweat on strings, we feel our breath,
In the pulse of music's death.
And after hours in cold decay,
The empty streets whisper "play."
But even then, there's no escape,
From what we chase and lose to fate.
(Chorus)
We're chasing stars in plastic bars,
On a stage where souls go far,
Our fingers burnt and lips are sore,
In this city that we adore.
So here we stand with dreams unbound,
In the silence of a heart so sound.
This is our fight, beneath the moon,
Where burnt fingers meet neon soon.
Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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