[Verse 1: Searing hardstyle male lead, eerie pads under the kick] Field rave out past the county line, a quarry full of light Speakers stacked like hay bales and the moon is fat and white Midnight on the dot and then the treeline starts to move Gray hands, gray faces, and they're dancin' in the groove Thought it was a crew in makeup, thought it was a bit Then the fella in the flannel took a bite and that was it Kick went on, they swayed again, all stompin' in a row Kick went off, they turned their heads, and every eye went cold [Pre-Chorus: Searing hardstyle male lead, rising] Four to the floor, they move with the beat Miss one bar and they're after your feet [Chorus: Searing hardstyle male lead, searing] Don't stop the kick or they come for us Keep the bass in the ground and the dead in the dust Hands in the air if you're still alive Don't stop the kick, we dance to survive [Verse 2: Searing hardstyle male lead, the reverse bass grinding] Two in the mornin', I'm sweatin' through my shirt Three in the mornin', and my fingers start to hurt Four in the mornin', they're thick as corn out in the pit Every livin' soul is dancin' like their life depends on it Then the speakers start to sputter and the lights begin to dim Battery bank is blinkin' red and someone screams at him Five in the mornin', and the power dies, the quarry's black and still Gray heads turnin' toward us from the bottom of the hill [Pre-Chorus: Searing hardstyle male lead, rising] Four to the floor, they move with the beat Miss one bar and they're after your feet [Chorus: Searing hardstyle male lead, searing] Don't stop the kick or they come for us Keep the bass in the ground and the dead in the dust Hands in the air if you're still alive Don't stop the kick, we dance to survive [Bridge: Searing hardstyle male lead, boot-stamp tempo, boots on gravel] Then a girl in muddy boots starts stampin' on the one Then the bar crew, then the bouncers, then a thousand, everyone Boots on the gravel, four to the floor And the dead start swayin' like they did before [Verse 3: Searing hardstyle male lead, full force] Thousand pairs of boots are poundin' out the kick till dawn Sun comes up across the quarry and the dead are gone Back into the treeline, back beneath the dirt Every heel is bloody blisters, every ankle hurts I'm down on my knees and I'm laughin' with my hands up high Best crowd I ever played for, and I never had to try [Chorus: Searing hardstyle male lead, searing] Don't stop the kick or they come for us Keep the bass in the ground and the dead in the dust Hands in the air if you're still alive Don't stop the kick, we dance to survive [Outro: Searing hardstyle male lead, screech lead rings out] Keep the dead in the dust [End]
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