We're about to rock through the speakers, we get nothing but respect.
and hold weird devotion, the grudge of our track.
For every day I live, through the force throughout your back
We're darkening, producing, a boom-bass kicking track.

Breaking down the system, that shall not cross my head
An essay of resistance, will result in sudden death.
We impose a new sensation, or we will kindly ask,
is your full anticipation on this boom-bass kicking track?