Black Glass Sealed to the Line（版本 3）

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