Tungsten Pulse (версия 2)

Verse 1

Bare concrete, a halogen hum

Ribs rattling with the kick drum

Slick skin in the iron black

Past any point of turning back

Sub-bass crawling up the spine

Smearing out the border line

Pre-Chorus

Current in the blood

Pressure in the jaw

Breathing in the grid

Bending past the flaw

Chorus

Tungsten pulse against the bone

Leave my shadow on the stone

Turn the wire, feed the drive

Nothing here is left alive

Tungsten pulse, cold and clean

Lost inside the dark machine

Verse 2

Strobe flash cuts across the sweat

Floor claims whatever is left

Coiled cable under my heel

Forget what I used to feel

Black ceiling, low and wide

Nowhere to run or hide

Pre-Chorus

Current in the blood

Pressure in the jaw

Breathing in the grid

Bending past the flaw

Chorus

Tungsten pulse against the bone

Leave my shadow on the stone

Turn the wire, feed the drive

Nothing here is left alive

Tungsten pulse, cold and clean

Lost inside the dark machine

Bridge

No face

No head

Raw wire

Cold lead

Drop down

Fall through

Nothing old

Nothing new

Let the signal take the frame

Pound the memory out my name

Chorus

Tungsten pulse against the bone

Leave my shadow on the stone

Turn the wire, feed the drive

Nothing here is left alive

Tungsten pulse, cold and clean

Lost inside the dark machine