ΠšΡ€Π°ΡΠ½Π°Ρ Π½ΠΎΡ‡ΡŒ... The bassline wakes the dead Your blood glows in the strobe light Π’Π°Π½Ρ†ΡƒΠΉ. ΠΠΎΡ‡ΡŒ ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠ½Π°Π΄Π»Π΅ΠΆΠΈΡ‚ Π½Π°ΠΌ. The bass replaces your heartbeat You were never leaving this place Flesh becomes machinery under red light The speakers shake the angels apart Assimilation through rhythm Your pulse flickers in the red light ΠšΡ€Π°ΡΠ½Π°Ρ Π½ΠΎΡ‡ΡŒ... No release, no silence, no escape The speakers shake the angels apart Assimilation through rhythm ΠšΡ€Π°ΡΠ½Π°Ρ Π½ΠΎΡ‡ΡŒ...