歌词
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?