Flux Spill (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Heavy iron hits the frame

Step outside without a name

Chilled exhaust and wet cement

Every scrap of voltage spent

Ringing ears in vacant air

Morning static in the hair

Six a.m., the curb is cold

Silver turning into gold

Pre-Chorus

Pupils wide

Pressure drops

Body moves, the kick drum stops

Feel the shift begin to rise

White flare in the open eyes

Chorus

Flux spill on the concrete floor

Cold light bleeding through the door

Flux spill, burn it clean

Amber in the dark machine

Wash the bassline from the skin

Let the blinding day begin

Flux spill

Flux spill

Verse 2

Alley walls of grease and lime

Shadows lose their sense of time

Steam rises from the sewer grate

Standing at the iron gate

Taxis crawl along the street

Asphalt humming under feet

Coat pulled tight against the chill

Pulse is locked, the city still

Pre-Chorus

Pupils wide

Pressure drops

Body moves, the kick drum stops

Feel the shift begin to rise

White flare in the open eyes

Chorus

Flux spill on the concrete floor

Cold light bleeding through the door

Flux spill, burn it clean

Amber in the dark machine

Wash the bassline from the skin

Let the blinding day begin

Flux spill

Flux spill

Bridge

No more black room

No more sub

Leave the ghost inside the club

Iron, copper, sudden glare

Breathe the sharp industrial air

Step across the yellow line

Everything is daylight shine

Chorus

Flux spill on the concrete floor

Cold light bleeding through the door

Flux spill, burn it clean

Amber in the dark machine

Wash the bassline from the skin

Let the blinding day begin

Flux spill

Flux spill