Arcade Last Stand

One,

two,

three, four {whispered count-in,

low-bitrate synth bleeps, distant

retro game clatter, heavy industrial drum stomps}

Dust on the cabinet,

glass on the floor

We do not play by their rules anymore

Glitch in the system,

a light in the dark

Watch as the circuitry swallows the spark

{tight percussive rhythm, grinding synth-bass}

Powering up the machines

Flickering orange and green (yeah)

{rising synth drone, driving tom-tom drum fills,

escalating tension}

We are the fire in the arcade hall

Breaking the glass and we climb the wall

Out of the shadows and into the game

We are the ones that they cannot tame {massive wall of guitars,

crowd claps, unison gang shouts} High-score is calling,

we're taking the crown

Nobody left who can hold this place down

Ghosts in the corner are fading away

Now we are running the block anyway {percussive groove,

grinding guitars, analog synth flourishes}

Insert coin.

No lives left.

Just

us. {abrupt drop, half-spoken vocals,

sparse synth pulse, ticking clock tempo}

We hear the rumble,

we see the screen

Brightest survival that you've ever seen

(get up,

get up) {heavy guitar-and-drum build-up,

chanting

crowd, swelling

lead synth} We are the fire in the arcade hall

Breaking the glass and we climb the wall

Out of the shadows and into the game

We are the ones that they cannot tame

{climax, maximum energy, roaring guitars,

heavy electronic

percussion}

Game

over. We

win.

{abrupt final chord ringing

out, decaying 8-bit hum,

powering down sound}