Sub in the sternum

Intro

Low hum in the gravel.

Two in the morning.

Pavement vibrates.

Here it comes. (comes)

Verse

Sodium light cuts a slit in the dark.

Bass hits the brick like an electric spark. (spark)

Asphalt is sweating, the gutter runs cold.

Forty-hertz thunder is taking its hold. (hold)

Wire in the concrete, iron in the teeth.

Pressure from above and the pressure beneath. (neath)

Subwoofer kicking the frame of the door.

Tremor is rising straight up from the floor. (floor)

Shadow vibrates on a corridor wall.

High-voltage hum as the power lines stall. (stall)

Breaths getting shorter, the marrow contracts.

Echo ricochets on the railroad tracks. (tracks)

Blood in the temple, electric and quick.

Low-frequency hammer hit hard as a brick. (brick)

Midnight is closing its grip on the throat.

Sink through the concrete and learn how to float. (float)

Chorus

Sub in the sternum, kick in the chest. (chest)

Heavy low end, never no rest. (rest)

Sub in the sternum, iron and stone. (stone)

Rattle the ribcage down to the bone. (bone)

Verse

Tunnel of yellow, exhaust in the air.

Friction and static is pulling my hair. (hair)

Glass in the gutter reflects on the boot.

Rhythm pursues me, there is no escape route. (route)

Black car is passing, the grill is all chrome.

Bassline is louder than sirens back home. (home)

Pulse at one-forty, the tempo runs hot.

Shadows colliding all over the lot. (lot)

Oil on the puddle, fluorescent and green.

Moving invisible inside the machine. (chine)

Steel plate is shaking beneath every stride.

Nowhere to settle and nowhere to hide. (hide)

Speaker cone flexes, displacing the air.

Cold sweat is running down into the gear. (gear)

Shock wave is tearing straight out of the grill.

City don't sleep and the body won't still. (still)

Chorus

Sub in the sternum, kick in the chest. (chest)

Heavy low end, never no rest. (rest)

Sub in the sternum, iron and stone. (stone)

Rattle the ribcage down to the bone. (bone)

Verse

Three in the morning, the underpass roars.

Vibrations blasting right through the floorboards. (boards)

Ribs turn to tuning forks caught in the wave.

Motion is all that the muscles can crave. (crave)

Cement dust drifting like powder and smoke.

Pressure so heavy it threatens to choke. (choke)

Neon tube flickers and pops on the beam.

Melting away at the edge of the scheme. (scheme)

Density rising, the signal is thick.

Rhythm is driving me forward and quick. (quick)

Knees keep on pumping, the cadence won't drop.

Turbines keep turning, the city won't stop. (stop)

Sub-bass is punching like lead in the gut.

Alleyway narrows, the iron gates shut. (shut)

Chamber of resonance, air in the lungs.

Swallowed entirely by thousand dark tongues. (tongues)

Outro

Sub in the sternum. (sternum)

Kick in the bone. (bone)

Down through the asphalt. (asphalt)

Turn into stone. (stone)

Heavy low end. (low end)

Sub in the sternum. (sternum)