(前奏)
Neon leaks through cracked door frames
Beat hums low no more names
Countdown ticks 3-2-1 flame
Smoke curls slow let the game claim
(drop)
Bounce till the floor cracks wide
Bass hits hard no place to hide
Repeat the rush let the tide ride
This is our high no need to hide
(间奏)
Echoes hang where bodies leaned
Synth waves pull no more sheen
One more breath then the beat regains
Let the silence feed the flames
(铺垫)
4-3-2 filters rise
Heartbeat matches the bassline’s prize
Tension snaps no more lies
Drop’s about to paint the skies
(drop)
Bounce till the speakers blow their mind
Bass hits harder no more time
Repeat the rush let the chaos climb
This is our night we own the rhyme