Intro
Dark tint, pressure in the teeth (teeth)
Low gear runnin' underneath (yeah)
Zero hour, swallow up the street (street)
Black glass sealed to the line
Verse 1
Tires grip asphalt, cold oil steam
Tunnel wall flashin' in a split-beam gleam
Sub cone pumpin' through the seat frame tight
Veins lock hard to the pulse of the night
Sodium vapor make the hood turn red
Frequency drillin' straight into my head
Shift stick shudder when the piston kicks
Shadows on the overpass playin' tricks
Rib cage rattlin', the bass won't quit
Tarmac blur where the low beams hit
Speedometer quiver at a hundred ten
Sweat on the knuckles, pull the clutch again
Clock stops tickin' when the kick drum falls
Static on the dial, echo off the walls
Lungs full of carbon and the drums don't yield
Vision lock narrow in an electric field
Hook
Black glass sealed to the line (line)
Sub-bass pressin' on the spine (spine)
Cold sweat, out of my mind (mind)
Black glass sealed to the line (line)
Verse 2
Underpass hummin' like a cracked machine
Yellow curb smear in the diesel green
Front axle shutter on the broken track
Bass hit heavy, push the shoulder back
Jaw clench tight to the tempo's grip
Condensation runnin' off the window tip
Strobe flash strobe in the mirror glass
Towers lean sideways when the sirens pass
Foot on the pedal, let the floorplate groan
Rhythm chew the marrow in the collarbone
Zero point zero on the dashboard dial
Highway stretch for another dark mile
No breath, no break, just the four-four grind
Leave every shadow on the curb behind
Sparks off the rim where the concrete bites
Drown in the hum of the runway lights
Hook
Black glass sealed to the line (line)
Sub-bass pressin' on the spine (spine)
Cold sweat, out of my mind (mind)
Black glass sealed to the line (line)
Bridge
Black air, black smoke, black steel, roll
Current in the wire takin' full control
Can't feel fingers, can't feel face
Body locked down to the drum machine pace
Pavement hummin' like a power line
Cut through the lane, cut the double-stripe spine
Pressure in the skull, let the sub-cone blow
Nowhere to stop, nowhere to go
Outro
Sealed to the line (sealed)
Feel it in the spine (spine)
Drop the gear, kill the lamp (gone)
Black glass sealed to the line
