96 on the dial, keep the rhythm thin I don’t need the noise, let the weight sink in Concrete floor, feel the pressure press Calculated moves, nothing left to guess. Restrained hats, let 'em breathe, let 'em tick Talk is real cheap, but the tension’s real thick I’m the low-end hum in a silent room Talk is real cheap, but the tension’s real thick I’m the low-end hum in a silent room Pacing out the floor, I’m the quiet in the gloom. No distortion. Just the pressure. Measure twice. Cut once. At your leisure. (Hook) It’s the weight of it. It’s the wait for it. Shadows on the wall, and they’re permanent. Keep the focus sharp. Keep the engine low. Everything you reap is everything you sow. (Verse 2) Clean lines, sharp edges, no clutter Hear the synth breathe, hear the heart stutter I don’t bounce, I just lean on the track Once it starts moving, there’s no leaning back. Industrial grit in the back of the throat Staying on the surface, keeping everything afloat Conversational. Calm. Like I’m already there. Staying on the surface, keeping everything afloat Conversational. Calm. Like I’m already there. Oxygen is heavy. There’s a ghost in the air. Steady hand. Heavy lead. Everything I thought. Everything I said. (Hook) It’s the weight of it. It’s the wait for it. Shadows on the wall, and they’re permanent. Keep the focus sharp. Keep the engine low. Everything you reap is everything you sow.
