Lock in (버전 2)

Verse 1

Three fifteen on the backroom clock

Cold smoke rolls and the deadbolts lock

Rubber soles squeak on the concrete slab

Wet palms press where the handrails tap

You feel the sub-kick shake your throat

Four hundred shoulders shed the coat

White fog pooling at the ankle bone

Nobody stands in the ring alone

Pre-Chorus

Watch the bass drum lift your heel

Tell me that isn't the pulse you feel

Ceiling sweating on the count of four

No past, no future on an open floor

Chorus

Lock in

Lock in

Lost in the haze, lock in

Lock in

Lock in

Lock in

Lost in the haze, lock in

Verse 2

Four