Flesh Into the Frequency (wersja 2)

Verse

Sub bass finds the space between my ribs

Skin stops holding what it held before

Two hundred chests beat one single drum

Pulse gives up, frequency takes the floor

Speaker cone breathes where my lungs go slack

Concrete shakes and I shake with the wall

Blood forgets the rhythm it was born with

Learns the one the system lets it call

Pre-Chorus

Skin was a border, now it's a wire

Signal comes in, self goes quiet

Chorus

Flesh into the frequency

Nothing left of me but the beat

Flesh into the frequency

Skin gives way to the signal underneath

Verse

Woofer under floorboards rewrites the spine

Cell by cell the body learns the code

Hairline splits where the bassline enters

Static settles into what I was

Hand on the rail just a length of current

Vein and cable running the same line

Grid don't ask if the flesh agrees

Body's just a channel, not a sign

Pre-Chorus

Skin was a border, now it's a wire

Signal comes in, self goes quiet

Chorus

Flesh into the frequency

Nothing left of me but the beat

Flesh into the frequency

Skin gives way to the signal underneath

Bridge

No wound where the border was

No scar where the self used to seal

Just the low end running under the crowd

Feeding on what was flesh, what was real

Chorus

Flesh into the frequency

Nothing left of me but the beat

Flesh into the frequency

Skin gives way to the signal underneath