The Warehouse Zone
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

Concrete floor
Rust and stone
Dreams were born
Skin and bone

The Warehouse Zone
Loud and wild
Echoes grown
From a child

Neon cracks
Cold, gray air
Broken stacks
Music there

The Warehouse Zone
Loud and wild
Echoes grown
From a child

Strings and sparks
Night’s unknown
We left our marks
In the Zone

The Warehouse Zone
Loud and wild
Echoes grown
From a child

The Warehouse Zone
Our first home