Pump up the demon I’m inhaling my virtue
Viewer discretion the intent is to groove you
Ride the wavelength, shake the foundation
Total chaos makes pain recreation
Point the weapon in any direction
Blood pounding circuits acceleration
Can you taste it?
Can you touch it?
Do you need it?
Do you feel it?
Drive
Can you taste it?
Can you touch it?
Do you need it?
Do you feel it?
Drive
Push out the power ,break out the hardware
Convert the madness, won’t you take us there?
Smoke the rhythm overloading the freak show
Neurotic city slip siding the psycho