(Intro) [Fast breakbeat starts] [Vocal chop: "Higher... on the edge..."] (Verse 1) Grey concrete, reaching for the sky, Teenage ghosts, learning how to fly. No windows here, just the open wind, Teenage ghosts, learning how to fly. No windows here, just the open wind, Where the summer days and the nights begin. Rust on the metal, dust on the floor, Opening a locked and a broken door. (Chorus - The Drop) On the edge of the ninth floor, We were looking for something more! [Fast Amen break roll] [Pulsing 808 bass pressure] Concrete jungle, teenage dream, Louder than the city's scream! (Watching from the top...) (Bridge - Atmospheric) [Drums stop, heavy echo on vocals] Don't look down. Just breathe. The city is small from here. [Fast snare roll buildup] (Outro) [Extended jungle breakbeat] [Vocal fade: "Concrete ghosts..."] [End] (Verse 2 — Building tension) Walking on the edge, no safety net, Stories that we haven't written yet. Summer rain on the cold cement, Every second was a life well spent. Looking down at the lights below, Nowhere to be, and nowhere to go. (Chorus — Full Climax) On the edge of the ninth floor, We were looking for something more! [Aggressive Amen break roll] [Pulsing 808 sub-bass pressure] Concrete jungle, teenage dream, Louder than the city's scream! (Watching from the top...) (Bridge — Darker Tech Breakdown) [Drums stop, only a low-end sub vibration] Rusty steel. Cold blue sky. We were legends. In the blink of an eye. [Fast snare roll buildup — double time] (Outro — Extended Jungle Finish) [Maximum breakbeat chaos] [Vocal chops: "Ninth floor... legends... higher..."] [Sudden cut-off] [End]