Grave Shift Stutter (версия 3)

Verse 1

Four in the morning, steam off the grill

Subwoofer shaking up the concrete sill

Tread on my creps gotta carry the weight

Cold breath rising by the depot gate

Pre-Chorus

Feel the rattle rising in the bone

No one on the tarmac heading home

Eyes locked sharp on the peeling grey

We don't settle down till the break of day

Chorus

Grave shift stutter, keep the body locked

Two-step heavy on a cracked-up block

Grave shift stutter, never let it drop

We keep moving till the big lights pop

Verse 2

Five on the dash with the static dial

Headlight cutting through an empty mile

Zip on my jacket clicking on my chin

Needle sitting dead on the rusted tin

Pre-Chorus

Feel the rattle rising in the bone

No one on the tarmac heading home

Eyes locked sharp on the peeling grey

We don't settle down till the break of day

Chorus

Grave shift stutter, keep the body locked

Two-step heavy on a cracked-up block

Grave shift stutter, never let it drop

We keep moving till the big lights pop

Bridge

Yellow creeping through the morning mist

Frost on the hood and a shaking wrist

One last shudder, one sharp slide

Nowhere left for the night to hide

Chorus

Grave shift stutter, keep the body locked

Two-step heavy on a cracked-up block

Grave shift stutter, never let it drop

We keep moving till the big lights pop