Strike down, strike down (वर्ज़न 2)

Verse 1

Three fifteen, the metal railing sweats

Rubber squeaks across the wet cement

Static pulls the collar of your shirt

Hundred heels together in the dirt

Bass drum hits you dead against the chest

Ribcage shaking, nobody takes a rest

Bare skin slides against an open wrist

Clock stops turning underneath the mist

Pre-Chorus

You feel it gathering inside the wire

The roof is humming, lifting higher

Feet leave the floor before the count of four

You want the drop, you want it more

Chorus

Strike down, strike down

Strike down, strike down

Strike down, strike down

Strike down, strike it down

Verse 2

Four eighteen, the strobe begins to snap

Cold