We're about to rock through the speakers, we get nothing but respect
And hold weird devotion, the grudge of our track
For every day I live, through the force throughout your back
We're darkening, producing, a boom-bass kicking track
Breaking down the system, that shall not cross my head
An essay of resistance, will result in sudden death
We impose a new sensation, or we will kindly ask:
'Is your full anticipation on this boom-bass kicking track?'

We're about to rock through the speakers, we get nothing but respect
And hold weird devotion, the grudge of our track
For every day I live, through the force throughout your back
We're darkening, producing, a boom-bass kicking track
Breaking down the system, that shall not cross my head
An essay of resistance, will result in sudden death
We impose a new sensation, or we will kindly ask:
'Is your full anticipation on this boom-bass kicking track?'