Laser Fog Anthem

(one, two, three, four)

Two tabs still open on the screen

A soft-launch in the smoke machine

At zero-three the track almost skips away Under laser fog where the

shadows play

Cheap perfume on a leather sleeve

In the practice room we still believe

Turn it up high,

let the fever ignite We are playing our hearts in the middle

of the night

Heavy but soft, the rhythm will take

Every single promise we are ready to break (yeah,

let it go)

Dusty cables on the wooden floor

While the static hums behind the door We trace the lines of

a forgotten spin

To find the place where the dreams begin

In the practice room,

we fade away Under laser fog where we used to play (ahhhh)