(A deep, vibrating sub-bass starts. It’s so low you feel it in your chest before you hear it.)

(Slow, heavy rhythmic clapping begins: Clap... Smash... Clap... Smash...)

Stay behind the line.

Watch the motion, feel the heat, but don't you dare move.

This is my stage. This is my world.

(Verse 1)

Drop it low, let the rivets hit the floor,

I’m giving you a glimpse, then I’m closing the door.

See the bassline pumping, a heavy-metal vein,

A little bit of pleasure, a whole lot of strain.

I’m moving like mercury, fluid and cold,

A story of fire that’ll never be told.

You’re locked in the rhythm, you’re caught in the stare,

But you’re reaching for smoke, you’re reaching for air.

(Chorus)

Hard pounding, clapping, hear the drums roar,

I’m the only one dancing on this velvet floor.

Snap back to the beat, moving nice and slow,

I’m the high-voltage spark that you’ll never know.

It’s a beautiful weight, a heavy-bass heat,

You’re crushed by the sound of my rhythmic feet.

(Verse 2)

Watch me now, watch the way I play,

I’m turning the night into a neon day.

You’re thirsty for the drop, you’re desperate for the win,

But I’m just getting started, letting the tension in.

I’ll make you sweat under the strobe-light glare,

While I glide through the static without a care.

You want to break the glass, you want to bridge the space,

But you’ll never catch the rhythm of this golden pace.

(Bridge)

(The music strips back to just a massive, distorted bassline)

Linger low... in the forbidden glow.

The closer you get, the further I go.

It’s the "can’t touch" rule, the law of the sound,

I’m the lightning bolt that never hits the ground.

Suffer the groove, let the melody sting,

You’re just a spectator to the song I sing.

(Verse 3)

Raw and ready, I’m the master of the track,

I’ll lead you to the edge and I won’t look back.

See me with the others, see the way we move,

Lost in the perfection of a heartless groove.

You’re begging for a moment, a second of the heat,

But I only answer to the pounding beat.

I’ll leave you in the shadows, wanting ten times more,

While I leave my echoes on the trembling floor.

(Outro)

(Clap... Smash... Clap... Smash...)

Look, but don't touch.

Desire, but don't hold.

(The bass gets louder and louder until it suddenly cuts to silence)

...I’m gone.