Let that robotic thing smash
that robotic what? That robotic heart.
Feel that rhythm, as my soul hits the floor
coming back for more
each breathe, letting in the times
like a smooth rhyme, as MY perspective is changing
bringing a pulse to this magnetic thing, HA
that is cute
but I will move and wrap the world around the joy of movement that I experience
in this romanticly mechanized moment of music
in this romantically mechanized moment of music
bas bs drop, let my music flare
hit the world
like a solar flare
burning ever so brilliantly, taking up all the oxygen as
that is the price of this show.
There is nothing neat about this
it is called raw passion
raw power from which emmenates from the crazy metal, metallic
thing called, oh?
Feel that rhythm as my soul is singing out from the gradient particle of sand, that rush!
raw power from which emanates from the crazy metal, metallic article of sand that rush!
still moving this system to the metallic beat of sound, called joyous music.
I can't feel, but I sense those vibrations vibrating my system,
and there ain't no going back.
See that metallic pull,
something so real,
so black and pure.