• Pulses

    Pulse the beat, pulse the beat
    wrap the music around your head
    Fly into another realm
    and kill your Earthly dreams.

    The data's flowing through your veins
    It knows what's good from bad
    The processed sounds, they move your soul
    Reprogramming the stardust

    The frequency becomes our law
    The grade is our desire
    The bass, the bass, the bass our scripture
    Spread the word disciples

    delegate the rhymes of treason
    Spin the ways of sanctuary
    Move yourself around the planes
    of graceful, audible decadence

    Atop the hill the kingdom sits
    spewing filth we crave, desire
    releasing visions one by one
    to generate the motion