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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?
