Walk into the cathode grid (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Heavy iron on the latch

Cold air hits the open scratch

Black room left behind the wall

Ringing ears against the fall

Pupils narrow in the gray

Ten hours washed away

Tarmac cooling on the street

Rumble underneath the feet

Pre-Chorus

Power down the sub

Step out of the club

Morning breaks the seam

Cut the strobe machine

Chorus

Walk into the cathode grid

Burn out what the basement hid

Frozen sweat and static wire

Turning asphalt into fire

Walk into the cathode grid

Burn out what the basement hid

Low hum, yellow sky

Keep the tempo till you die

Verse 2

Steam is rising from the grate

Six-fifteen at the gate

Fluorescent sun begins to hum

Echo of the kick and drum

Glass reflects the silver coat

Jaw is tight around the throat

Shadows sharpen on the stone

Moving outward on my own

Pre-Chorus

Power down the sub

Step out of the club

Morning breaks the seam

Cut the strobe machine

Chorus

Walk into the cathode grid

Burn out what the basement hid

Frozen sweat and static wire

Turning asphalt into fire

Walk into the cathode grid

Burn out what the basement hid

Low hum, yellow sky

Keep the tempo till you die

Bridge

No sleep inside the bone

Just the circuit and the stone

Daylight pressing on the skin

Where the outside rushes in

Signal clear, pulse awake

Watch the pale horizon break

Chorus

Walk into the cathode grid

Burn out what the basement hid

Frozen sweat and static wire

Turning asphalt into fire

Walk into the cathode grid

Burn out what the basement hid

Low hum, yellow sky

Keep the tempo till you die