When the drums kick in And the bass starts rumbling Low like a train When the shit kicks in and the Microphone's on fire And your insides just got smoked You wanna make a bet But it's the money you already spent When the change takes charge and The music is brighter and closer To who we are This sound drowns slowly It's symbiotic It calls attention to the tornaquet That was wrapped around your head So take those headphones and put Them on just put them right on It pulls you slowly to the music The music of who we are