Flesh Becomes Frequency (wersja 2)

Verse

Bass finds the door beneath my collarbone

Skin goes thin where the low end grows

Sternum humming like a second heart

Sound gets in before the mind can start

Sweat on my chest turns the current on

Every rib a string the night plays long

Hands go up to catch what the air holds

Body tuning to a frequency untold

Pre-Chorus

Nothing left to translate, nothing left to name

Just the hum that answers when it calls my name

Blood remembers rhythm older than the word

Flesh gives in to something it has always heard

Chorus

Flesh becomes frequency

Flesh becomes frequency

Skin turns to signal, sound sets me free

Flesh becomes frequency

Verse

Palms open wide to the weight in the air

Chest cavity answers, static everywhere

Throat loosens soft where the kick drum lands

Waves move through me like a thousand hands

Eyes close down but the body still sees

Light through the lids in a low frequency

Every pulse point learning a new degree

Skin remembers what my mind can't keep

Pre-Chorus

Nothing left to translate, nothing left to name

Just the hum that answers when it calls my name

Blood remembers rhythm older than the word

Flesh gives in to something it has always heard

Chorus

Flesh becomes frequency

Flesh becomes frequency

Skin turns to signal, sound sets me free

Flesh becomes frequency

Bridge

No edges left where the body ends

No silence left, just the wave again

Every cell a small transmitting light

Carried out past the count of time

Chorus

Flesh becomes frequency

Flesh becomes frequency

Skin turns to signal, sound sets me free

Flesh becomes frequency