Puristaa…
From the shadows…
From the noise…
From the nights that never ended…

Started with strings and an old guitar
Cold bedroom nights, dreaming way too far
Years in distortion, feedback in my veins
Chasing every feeling through the sound and rain

Then the lights hit hard in the festival haze
Lost in the smoke and the ultraviolet rays
House to DnB, Therapy Sessions nights
Psytrance mornings under alien lights

High-tech chaos, kick drums in my chest
Every single rave gave my soul new breath
Music wasn’t sound, it was force, it was life
A pulse in the dark when the world cut like knives

Puristaa!

From party to party…
From night into morning…
Never slowing down…

Records in my bag and the bass in my blood
Dirty warehouse floors and the smoke through the flood
Every set I played made the pressure feel gone
Every crowd moving felt like where I belonged

But time moves different when your life becomes real
Now I got two little hearts that I carry and feel
A beautiful woman still holding my side
While the noise of the world keeps changing outside

I got calmer now, but the fire still burns
Every bassline hits and the old feeling returns
The passion never died, it just changed its form
Still alive in the speakers when the pressure storms

Some things never leave you…
Some sounds stay forever…
Some nights become part of your soul…

Puristaa…

Puristaa!
Hey!
Bassline pressure!
From the shadows!
Forever rave!
Puristaa!