Cathode Pulse (النسخة 3)

Verse 1

Sub-bass rattling the iron floor

Black room, neither one looking for the door

Cold sweat running down your wrist

Green light cutting through the heavy mist

Shoulder brushing shoulder in the crush

Static humming through the sudden hush

Pre-Chorus

Current rising up the steel

Tell me what is left to feel

Close the circuit, draw the heat

Lock your cadence to the beat

Chorus

Cathode pulse, cathode pulse

Take the wire through the dark

Nothing here, nothing else

Catch the current from the spark

Cathode pulse, cathode pulse

Lock your rhythm into mine

Two ghosts breathing in the hum

Bleeding past the redline

Verse 2

Salt on leather and the skin goes cold

Nothing borrowed and nothing sold

One clean frequency between the walls

Jaw tight every time the hammer falls

Find my fingers in the blinding sweep

Pounding rhythm that we came to keep

Pre-Chorus

Current rising up the steel

Tell me what is left to feel

Close the circuit, draw the heat

Lock your cadence to the beat

Chorus

Cathode pulse, cathode pulse

Take the wire through the dark

Nothing here, nothing else

Catch the current from the spark

Cathode pulse, cathode pulse

Lock your rhythm into mine

Two ghosts breathing in the hum

Bleeding past the redline

Bridge

No clock running

No names kept

Steel room waking

While the city slept

Skin to copper

Ground the wire

Feed the signal

Feed the fire

Chorus

Cathode pulse, cathode pulse

Take the wire through the dark

Nothing here, nothing else

Catch the current from the spark

Cathode pulse, cathode pulse

Lock your rhythm into mine

Two ghosts breathing in the hum

Bleeding past the redline