[INTRO] (A bare electronic hi-hat ticks a steady rhythm. The sub-bass grows warm.) [VOCAL] (Centered, heavy 1176 compression, driving tone): Every heartbeat is a rhythm, every breath a steady sound, Watch me track the giant pressure as it hits the frozen ground. I don't even need a instrument to make the speakers blow, Listen closely to the matrix and the way the frequencies flow. [VERSE 1] [VOCAL] I am moving like a machine, feel the layout in my chest, When the pressure starts to rise, that is when I perform best. Left foot pushes down the pedal, right hand cutting through the air, Every strike is calculated, generating power right there. Feel the tension in the build-up, watch the volume start to climb, I am singing every pattern, locked inside the perfect time. When the stick hits the leather and the frequency goes deep, This is the ultimate promise that the system's gonna keep! BOOM! [PRE-CHORUS] [VOCAL] The rhythm is taking over, it is written on my skin. BOOM! The sticks are raised high, this is where the wins begin. BOOM! No hesitation in the strike, no weakness in the sound. BOOM! [CHORUS] [BOTH] (Maximum loudness, massive stadium reverb opens wide): Listen to the way I crash! BOOM! Listen to the way I smash! BOOM! I am singing how I drum, feel the thunder in the room, Every single time I strike, the speaker goes BOOM! Mirror of my soul, see the fractions of the truth, This rhythm is my power and m'n absolute youth! BOOM! [OUTRO] (The percussive elements stop instantly. Only a ronkende sub-bass remains.) [VOCAL] (Whispered close to the mic): "The strike is clean. The low-end stays tight. BOOM." (Absolute silence.)
