Oldschool 1

giant in my heart

MBStudio91 Magilla Trapparappa crew 

Feel it...
Coming...

The room is dark, a beating heart
A single light about to start
The floor is cold beneath my feet
A waiting, empty, concrete street
A frequency begins to climb
It's almost... almost... time.

The bassline crawls under my skin
The sweat, the noise, it's pulling me in
Don't speak, just move, forget your name
This sound is not a simple game.

The pressure builds... the sequencer runs...
Beneath the light of a thousand suns!
Can you feel it?!
Can you feel it?!
THE SQUELCH!

FlyAway! in my veins!
FlyAway! breaking chains!

Move your body!
Lose your mind!
Leave the world behind!
FlyAway!

No past, no future, only now
A sacred, sweaty, silent vow
The melody is razor wire
It sets my every nerve on fire
A broken smile, a distant cheer
The only thing that's real is here.

The machine, it speaks a twisted tongue
From a time when we were young
It speaks of chaos, pure and free
It speaks to you, it speaks to me.

The rhythm takes control again!
Beyond the reach of mortal men!
Can you feel it?!
Can you feel it?!
THE SQUELCH!

FlyAway! in my veins!
FlyAway! breaking chains!
(Even more intense 303 manipulation)
Lose the signal!
Find the groove!
There is nothing left to prove!
FlyAway!

Just the breath...
And the buzz...
We are one... because...
Of the squelch.

FlyAway! 'TIL THE DAWN!
FlyAway! WE ARE ONE!
EVERY PULSE! EVERY NERVE!
EVERYTHING WE DON'T DESERVE!
FlyAway! FlyAway! FlyAway!

The squelch...
Fading...
Into the echo...
...into the echo...
...echo...

High On A Sunday Morning🤖

heygurlllll

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