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Phantoms Of The Neon

wileyatkinson

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Lyrics

Verse 1)

The digital clock is striking half-past one

The city is cold, the daylight is done

A sequence of switches starts firing to life

The engine is humming, sharp as a knife

We filter like smoke through the alleyway grids

Doing the things that our daddies forbid

With a flash of the high-beams, we fade into blue

Chasing a ghost that we both always knew

Chorus

'Cause we are the phantoms of the neon night

Slicing our way through the mercury light

Yeah, the rhythm is pulsing, the voltage is high

We run with the shadows beneath the dark sky

Turn up the power, let the frequency scream

We're living inside of a cybernetic dream

Yeah, the phantoms of the neon!

Verse 2

She's checking the gauges, the needles are red

Got a stadium chorus stuck inside her head

Chrome on the dashboard, steel in the clutch

Reaching for speeds that you never should touch

The law cannot track what they can't even see

Just a static reflection of you and of me

We're rewriting boundaries, we're breaking the mold

Turning our youth into electronic gold

Chorus

'Cause we are the phantoms of the neon night

Slicing our way through the mercury light

Yeah, the rhythm is pulsing, the voltage is high

We run with the shadows beneath the dark sky

Turn up the power, let the frequency scream

We're living inside of a cybernetic dream

Yeah, the phantoms of the neon!

Bridge

Let the conventional world stay asleep

We've got a promise we're intending to keep

As long as the circuit is throwing a spark

We are the kings who illuminate the dark!

(Guitar Solo)

Chorus

Yeah, we are the phantoms of the neon night

Slicing our way through the mercury light

The rhythm is pulsing, the voltage is high

We run with the shadows beneath the dark sky

Turn up the power, let the frequency scream

We're living inside of a cybernetic dream

Yeah, the phantoms of the neon!

Outro

Phantoms of the neon...

Fading away.

Before the arrival...

Of the morning gray.

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