NO PERMISSION

Bare pulse. Low pressure building. One dry hit at a time. Then the whole floor moves. I didn't come here looking for permission Didn't bring a speech Didn't make a plan I saw the door I turned the handle That's about as complicated as I am You can keep your careful little answers Keep the map you drew for someone else I already know where I'm going Even when I don't know what's ahead Something changed when I quit waiting Quit asking if the timing was right There wasn't any grand revelation I just got tired of wasting the night So turn it up Not for the crowd Not for anybody watching Turn it up Because right now I want to feel the damn thing working No countdown. No warning. Go. Now the room is moving differently Every little sound has teeth The beat drops out beneath my feet And comes back twice as mean I don't need forever Give me five good minutes Give me something real enough That I forget what time it is That's it. Right there. Don't clean it up. Don't make it pretty. Let it hit. I came in with nothing to prove I'm leaving with nothing explained Maybe that's the whole damn point You don't always need a reason Sometimes you just need the sound. © 2026 Katana~Buck · DG 2324 · All rights reserved