Verse
Sub-bass finds the hollow bone
Marrow drains where the kick drum grows
Concrete floor pulls up through my feet
Skeleton locked to the same low beat
Ribs go slack, the cavity rings
Frequency fills the empty things
Bone was mine, now bone is the room
Every body tuned to the same low tomb
Pre-Chorus
The floor keeps time my blood forgot
Marrow answers what the pulse is not
Chorus
Marrow frequency
Bone is the drone
Marrow frequency
No skin, no bone
Verse
Femur hums where the sub-bass hits
Spine remembers the room, not it
Hundred skeletons, one long tone
Vibration living in calcium and stone
Nerve goes quiet, the bone stays loud
Structure borrowed from the weight of the crowd
Density shifts to a lower key
There's no marrow left that still calls itself me
Pre-Chorus
The floor keeps time my blood forgot
Marrow answers what the pulse is not
Chorus
Marrow frequency
Bone is the drone
Marrow frequency
No skin, no bone
Bridge
Hollow
Fill
Resonate
Still
Bone remembers
Nothing more
One long frequency
Through the floor
Chorus
Marrow frequency
Bone is the drone
Marrow frequency
No skin, no bone