Strobe Light Synesthesia (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Ice on the rim shakes at forty-four hertz

Silver on the risers and static on shirts

You cross the smoke line, cutting the floor

One shutter click and the night wants more

Bassline strikes like a spark on the skin

Waiting for the frequency shifts to begin

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the tempo bleed

Rushing at the speed we need

Every beat is turning red

Chorus

Strobe light synesthesia

I see the high hats flashing in white

Strobe light synesthesia

You turn the thunder into violet light

Ten thousand frames suspended in the glow

We hear the colors running down below

Verse 2

Heels on the tape where the cables run warm

Pulling me straight through the eye of the storm

Green laser sweeps slice the air into glass

Nobody cares if the morning won't pass

Sweat tastes like citrus and chrome on the tongue

Every clean break keeps the engine restrung

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the tempo bleed

Rushing at the speed we need

Every beat is turning red

Chorus

Strobe light synesthesia

I see the high hats flashing in white

Strobe light synesthesia

You turn the thunder into violet light

Ten thousand frames suspended in the glow

We hear the colors running down below

Bridge

No past, no future, just the flash and the sound

We leave our shadows on the shaking ground

You speak in yellow and the air aligns

A million prisms where the iris shines

Chorus

Strobe light synesthesia

I see the high hats flashing in white

Strobe light synesthesia

You turn the thunder into violet light

Ten thousand frames suspended in the glow

We hear the colors running down below