Black Oxide (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Cold steel against my wrist

Through the smoke and the iron mist

Two yards of moving skin

Where the sub-bass pulls us in

You catch the strobe and freeze

Locked on the same degrees

Pre-Chorus

Friction on the floor

Closer than before

Heavy in the chest

Nothing left to guess

Chorus

Coated in black oxide

Nowhere to turn or hide

Heavy on the low end

Iron begins to bend

Coated in black oxide

Pull me to your side

Verse 2

Shoulder to shoulder now

Salt water on your brow

Kicks hit like warehouse glass

Seconds that never pass

Hand brushing on my hip

Under the steady rip

Pre-Chorus

Friction on the floor

Closer than before

Heavy in the chest

Nothing left to guess

Chorus

Coated in black oxide

Nowhere to turn or hide

Heavy on the low end

Iron begins to bend

Coated in black oxide

Pull me to your side

Bridge

Dark coat of soot and steam

Nothing between the seam

Only the drum that stays

Only the way you gaze

Lock it in

Breathe it in

Chorus

Coated in black oxide

Nowhere to turn or hide

Heavy on the low end

Iron begins to bend

Coated in black oxide

Pull me to your side