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
