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Driven Along

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[Atmospheric Intro] (Smooth piano and pads, no drums) (Male vocal humming) [Verse 1] (Rolling breakbeats enter, rhythmic vocal) I keep to the line and I wait, To be hit by the beat and the bass. The borders are locked by my fate, Outside of this moment and space. In beat and off-beat, time sweeps by, Events are built in a row. Choosing to fall or deciding to fly, To swallow the cure or the woe... [Pre-Chorus] (Build-up, drums getting faster, rising synth) The meanings of words are just crutches we hold, Clutching the hands of the clock in the chase... [Chorus] (Drop! Full Liquid DnB energy, deep 808 bass, melodic vocal hook) I'm still the one who is driven along By the beat and the heavy bass! Hearing the voice of a whispering song Beyond time and the limits of space. [Interlude] (Groovy electric bass and piano solo) [Verse 2] (Tight beat, focused energy) Lies have been deafening ears of the crowd, Truth is concealed in the track. Bridges are burning, the edges are loud, Heart like a kick-drum beats back. Over and over the vinyl repeats, Codes to the doors that are locked. Everyone keeping the pulse of the beats, Moves twice as fast on the clock! [Pre-Chorus] (Build-up, rising tension) Forms and the formats and templates are null, Caught between poles in a desolate place... [Chorus] (Massive Drop, rich analog synths) I'm still the one who is driven along By the beat and the heavy bass! Hearing the voice of a whispering song Beyond time and the limits of space. [Bridge] (Half-time drum feel, deep atmosphere, intense vocal) When the silence attempts to engulf me with fright,I will turn up this saving sound into the night!Where the lyrics are fading, and voices are gone,There will still be a pulse that has kept me moving on. [Guitar/Synth Solo] (Fast energetic liquid dnb solo over the chorus progression) [Chorus] (Maximum energy, all instruments) I'm still the one who is driven along By the beat and the heavy bass! Hearing the voice of a whispering song Beyond time and the limits of space. [Outro] (Beat slowly fading out, piano remains) Meanings are just crutches... Hands of the clock... The one who is driven along... From the beat and bass shock. [End]