Drove through midnight's rain-soaked streets,
A city's ghost with no retreat.
The neon flickers as it dies,
Echoes of a thousand highs.

Factory smokestacks kiss the clouds,
Where once they roared, now only shrouds.
Abandoned dreams and broken glass,
A skyline in perpetual pass.

But down below where the rivers run,
There still beats hearts that carry on.
In dive bars dark and clubs so tight,
They sing of pain through the long night.

Steelworkers drink their lost years away,
Their laughter rings, but fades to gray.
Songs about mills gone cold with rust,
And love that dies from lack of trust.

But every song that rips a tear,
A memory, both real and clear,
Becomes another verse alive,
Fueling passion's endless drive.

So here we stand at this crossroad,
Where old and new must now unfold.
The city keeps on turning gears,
With every night it earns its beers.

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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