Turn up the bass. Turn it up. Look, I need you to listen to me. Turn up the bass. We’ve been living in a labyrinth, trapped inside a bad event Passing every advocate who accurate with management Accidents just happen when you stack it till the balance bends I don't think I know which way to go to make a valid friend Every single avenue is packed with all the damage sent No end, no way to get out of it, the path is spent My feet don’t wanna take another step across the sacrament I’m accurate with agony, reality is catching up Palms sweating, balancing the gravity of backing up I’m a maze runner, gray summer, looking for a break, brother Drained from the pain of a chain that I can’t smother Tryna find the bread crumbs, dead tongues speaking to a deaf ear Left here, slept near the edge of a fresh fear But I cannot panic or double back, running the track and I bubble that Trouble is coming to cover the pack, I’m a stomach that’s hungry for something to stack You summary-slacking, I’m mentally packing a heavy vocabulary to carry the heavy weight Steady state, ready to elevate, never hesitate, delegate, look at the devastating rate I’m a prisoner of the system, an exhibit of submission, an addition to division Can you listen to the vision? I am trapped inside a prison of my own division! It's hunt or be hunted, nothing is guaranteed Flee or be fleeing from something you can't control We ain’t kids no more, look at the hands of time You either take the hit or you lose your soul. Turn up the bass, let the floor vibrate Hunt or be hunted, we decide our own fate Turn up the bass, keep your eyes on the gate Flee or be fleeing from something we create Turn up the bass, let the low end ride Hunt or be hunted, nowhere left to hide Turn up the bass, let the truth collide Flee or be fleeing from the ghost inside. Man, pull yourself together, we’ve been tracking through the same storm Blaming the terrain won't ever keep your shivering jacket warm Wait, scratch that, I ain't talking 'bout no metaphors I'm talking 'bout the creditors that's knocking on our cellar doors Selling all our memories to settle scores, it's relevant Evidence is skeleton, development is hellish, son No end, no way to get out of it, we chose this Cold shoulder, old folder, static on the notice You think you lost? I’ve been digging through the dirt too Working through the worst news, searching for a first clue Hurt you? I didn't mean to drag you in the quicksand Big plans turned into a burden on a sick man Now we gotta navigate the aggregate, radical advocate, packing a bag and we back in the habit We grab it and run with it, done with the punishment, stunning the government, loving the absolute Calamity, sanity rapidly vanishing, managing panicking, damaging families, handling strategies Tragically capturing casualties, actually factoring factors of agony, backing up into a wall We fall, we crawl, we give it our all, but the ceiling is starting to drop on us all! In the labyrinth, looking for a loophole. (You ain't gonna find one, we deep in the blue hole.) I'm a maze runner, trying not to lose soul. (We already lost that, remember the crew stole?) Tryna find the bread crumbs, following a weak lead. (Every single track that you follow is deep greed.) Turn up the bass, let it drown out the stress. In the labyrinth, we confessed to the mess. Turn up the bass, let it cover the noise. In the labyrinth, we ain’t boys, make a choice. I'm a maze runner, looking for a way clear. Tryna find the bread crumbs, getting out of gray fear. Turn up the bass, let it bump till it’s gone. In the labyrinth, waiting for the dawn. Turn up the bass. Just let it ride out. No more running. Turn up the bass. Yeah.
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