LYRICS:

Shadows rising in the neon haze,

Heartbeat glowing in electric waves.

Every moment starts to vibrate slow,

Till the rhythm pulls us down below.

Lights are breathing, colors twist,

Energy sparks where the darkness sits.

Feel the tension, feel the air ignite—

Tonight the lightning comes to life.

Step by step the pulse grows louder,

Bass like thunder, rising prouder.

Hands are shaking, floors are bending,

Every second keeps ascending.

Synths are glowing, pressure climbing,

Time dissolves, the world aligning.

Hold your breath, the storm is near—

The lightning strike is almost here.

When the lightning hits the floor,

We don’t feel the world no more.

Every heartbeat turns to fire,

Every soul becomes a choir.

When the lightning hits the floor,

We go higher, higher, higher—

Till the night can’t hold us anymore.

Bodies moving in a tidal wave,

Lost in rhythm we were born to crave.

Echoes shimmer through the smoke and light,

Pulling us deeper into the night.

Voices fading into pure vibration,

Dancing past all limitation.

Every step a revelation—

We are the storm’s creation.

Lift me higher, let me feel the spark,

Guide me through the glowing dark.

Synths are swirling, pressure growing,

Every circuit overflowing.

Hold the moment, freeze the air,

Lightning crawling everywhere.

Feel the charge beneath your skin—

The second strike is closing in.

When the lightning hits the floor,

We explode like never before.

Bass collapsing, hearts colliding,

No more fear, no more hiding.

When the lightning hits the floor,

We become the storm we swore—

Rising, roaring, burning more.

(Whispers)

Electric shadows twist and bend,

Time distorts, begins to blend.

Voices echo, slow then faster,

Lost inside the pulse we master.

A single spark becomes a flame,

A thousand sparks become a name.

The night is ours, the storm is too—

The lightning lives inside of you.

Raise your hands into the sky,

Feel the current passing by.

Every heartbeat synchronized,

Every soul electrified.

Bass is trembling, synths are crying,

All the limits slowly dying.

Hold the moment—don’t let go—

The final strike begins to glow.

When the lightning hits the floor,

We ascend forevermore.

Every dream becomes a fire,

Every voice becomes a choir.

When the lightning hits the floor,

We ignite the universe’s core—

This is what we’re living for.

As the echoes drift away,

And the night dissolves to day,

Still the spark inside remains—

Lightning flowing through our veins.

We are endless, we are free,

Born from pure electricity.

When the lightning hits again,

We’ll return to where it all began.