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