Sub in the sternum, asphalt hum hum (versie 2)

Intro

Sub in the sternum, asphalt hum (hum)

Midnight current in the kettle drum (drum)

Sweep low, feet fast (fast)

Watch the shadow cut the glass (glass)

Verse

Midnight asphalt sweating in the tunnel draft (draft)

Sub kicks rattle right through the center shaft (shaft)

Strobes flicker white against the greasy tile (tile)

Pupils wide, burning out the second dial (dial)

Eighty-eight hertz press against my rib cage (cage)

Cold sweat dripping on the iron stage (stage)

Rubber soles scuffing on the wet cement (ment)

Lost the clock, tracking where the pressure went (went)

Cable snakes tangle on the concrete floor (floor)

Low end vibrating through the heavy door (door)

Green laser slicing through the diesel haze (haze)

Blood pumps rapid in an altered maze (maze)

Shadows bend double when the speakers slam (slam)

Locked in the current of the audio dam (dam)

Knees dip, catching every broken bar (bar)

Red glow flashing from a passing car (car)

Chorus

Rasteira on the beat, shake the frame (frame)

Sub drop sweep the floor, erase the name (name)

Rasteira on the beat, shake the frame (frame)

Sub drop sweep the floor, erase the name (name)

Verse

Tinted glass