[INTRO] Before the wire… there was the pulse. Before the clock… there was us. [breath] Move. ⸻ [VERSE 1] Heel to the earth. Hand to hand. Heart knew rhythm before clocks had hands. Breath made tempo. Feet made time. One body moved— another fell in line. No screen. No code. No reason to explain. We moved when joy came. We moved through pain. Then somebody caught lightning, put the current in a frame— but underneath the voltage… the heartbeat stayed the same. ⸻ [PRE-LIFT] Copper learned the rhythm. Circuits learned the count. We taught metal how to move— then turned the speakers loud. [kick disappears] But who gave it meaning? ⸻ [CHORUS] Soul dance electric. Body don’t forget it. Current through the rhythm— human at the center. Move. Remember. Move. Become. Machine can hold the tempo— soul knows why we dance. Soul dance electric. Soul… dance… electric. ⸻ [VERSE 2] Now the room knows my motion. Code can follow every step. Algorithms read the pattern, guess what I’ma do next. That’s beautiful. Let it learn. Let the future come alive. But a map of every heartbeat still can’t tell you why. You can measure all the movement. You can model every sound. You can build a perfect rhythm— still need somebody to feel it now. So don’t fear the machine. Don’t worship it either. Give the circuit imagination. Give the frequency a dreamer. ⸻ [BREAKDOWN] [Lead] Who gives the machine its soul? [Crowd] WE DO. [Lead] Who gives the rhythm its home? [Crowd] WE DO. [Lead] Who turns the current into feeling? [Crowd] WE DO. [silence] Then move like you mean it. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] Soul dance electric. Body don’t forget it. Ancient in the heartbeat— future in the current. Move. Remember. Move. Become. Machine can count the heartbeat— soul knows why it runs. Hands up. Eyes open. Feet on the ground. Whole room moving— one human sound. Soul dance electric. No fear in the connection. Technology gets brighter when the heart gives it direction. ⸻ [OUTRO] Pulse. Breath. Current. Us. [one final kick] Human at the center.
