The voice of the old streets, in this cold, new world, let's go.
The voice of the old streets, in this cold, new world, let's go.
Steel labyrinths, synthetic veins, neon haze, the pulse remains.
Speeding through the digital night, bass takes control, burning bright.
Voltage is high, ready to fly, skyline is burning, no returning.
Bass takes control, breaking the mold, in this rhythm we rise, look into our eyes.
Digital shadows crawl on the wall, gods of the system are ready to fall.
Limits are broken, speed is insane, electricity rushing straight to the brain.
Voltage is high, ready to fly, skyline is burning, no returning.
Bass takes control, breaking the mold, in this rhythm we rise, look into our eyes.
The voice of the old streets, in this cold, new world.
Higher, stronger, 3, 2, 1, GO!
Bass takes control, breaking, breaking the mold, tonight.
In this rhythm we rise, look into our eyes.
