After sunset
At night
The creatures unite
Who abhors the light
They move
Through the streets
Always searching
For something they never get
The gods of the night
Obscure the bright
But what always shines
Are the neon lights
The urban suns,
In the middle of a black void
Illuminated signposts
In the dark
The lights paint them
In blue and red
The pain of the city
Makes them upset
Every moon
They gather again
Following their
Nocturnal gods
Nocturnal rites,
Celebrated by
The creatures of the night
Under the neon suns
They sink into
The nightly rush
Guided by their
Mighty rage.
Living a gloomy life
They are hungry for a reward
To fill the inner emptiness
That defines them.
In the sticky air
Dust is stirred up
It sparkles
In all colors like diamonds
It is a special world
With special rules
Those who do not belong to it
Better stay in the dark
The gods of the night
Obscure the bright
But what always shines
Are the neon lights
The urban suns
In the middle of a black void
Illuminated signposts
In the dark
The lights paint them
In blue and red
The pain of the city
Makes them upset
Every moon
They gather again
Following their
Nocturnal gods
Nocturnal rites
Celebrated by
The creatures of the night
Under the neon suns
Nocturnal rites
Celebrated by
The creatures of the night
Under the neon suns