Kick drum preaching, I'm the congregation (versie 2)

Verse

I queue like a pew, breath fog on the rope

Stamp burns cold on my wrist, no hope

Bass leaks under the door, pulls me in

Skank in the hi-hat under my skin

Two-step twitch in my ankle bone

Snare cracks open, hymn half-known

Every shuffle a verse on the floor

I'm the congregation crowding the door

Pre-Chorus

Can I hear it, low end preaching low

Hands go up before my body knows

Kick drum asking if I'm saved

Bass line testify, I crave, I crave

Chorus

Bassline testimony

Bassline testimony

Kick drum preaching, I'm the congregation

Bassline testimony

Verse

MC on the mic, a deacon's call

Echo answers off the concrete wall

Strobe flicks fast like a stained glass pane

Sweat runs holy down the window pane

Two-step shuffle, my feet confess

Every skip a verse, every snare a yes

Nobody's talking, everybody moved

My body speaking what the bass line proved

Pre-Chorus

Can I hear it, low end preaching low

Hands go up before my body knows

Kick drum asking if I'm saved

Bass line testify, I crave, I crave

Chorus

Bassline testimony

Bassline testimony

Kick drum preaching, I'm the congregation

Bassline testimony

Bridge

Not the mic, not the chrome

It's the low end calling my body home

Every hip that sways, every hand that lifts

Testimony passed like a sacred gift

Chorus

Bassline testimony

Bassline testimony

Kick drum preaching, I'm the congregation

Bassline testimony