Lyric

Wait—

No, no, no—

Yo—

Wait—

No, no, no—

Wrong way

Don

Yo—

Wait—

No, no, no—

Wrong way

Don

Matsuri in my head

No shape

No name

Go

Bang

Don don

Break that drum

Left right, wrong way

Still we run

Ping ping, beep beep

Bass too dumb

No shape, no name

Still goes dumb

Bang bang, don don

Break that drum

Left right, wrong way

Still we run

Don don, bam bam

Lose my mind

No shape matsuri

One more time

Red light, blue smoke, mouth full of static

Taiko hit my chest, now the night goes panic

Ten little ghosts in a broken phone

They all say, “Run,” but I dance alone

Step to the left, then I fall to the right

Moon got teeth and the bass got bite

Shamisen slice like a glitch in the street

Bongo go crazy, no shoes on my feet

Tick tick, boom boom

Nobody in the room

Zip zip, zoom zoom

Bent like a cartoon

Up down, spin around

Brain full carnival

Don’t know what I found

But it sounds phenomenal

Stop

I lost the map

I lost the key

I lost the beat

But the beat found me

One, two

Break through

Three, four

Need more

Five, six

Glitch mix

Seven, eight

Too late

Bang

Don don

Break that drum

Left right, wrong way

Still we run

Ping ping, beep beep

Bass too dumb

No shape, no name

Still goes dumb

Bang bang, don don

Break that drum

Left right, wrong way

Still we run

Don don, bam bam

Lose my mind

No shape matsuri

One more time

Who got the rhythm?

Nobody

Who broke the system?

Probably

Where is the chorus?

Over there

Where is my body?

In the snare

Don don

In the snare

Don don

Everywhere

Black cat laughing on a vending machine

Gold mask shining like a fever dream

I say hello to the wrong-side sky

It says, “Boy, don’t ask me why”

Feet go tap tap, brain go crack crack

Bassline heavy like a bag full of black

Tiny little demons doing backflips

On the kick drum, doing mad tricks

Flip that, cut that

Sound goes bara-bara

Hit that, run that

Still goes gara-gara

No rule, no school

Broken festival

Too loud, too cruel

But it feels beautiful

Don

Don

Don

No shape

Don

Don

Don

No name

Don

Don

Don

No shape

Don

Don

Don

No name

I’m a bad little signal in a clean machine

I’m a wild little error on a perfect screen

I’m the laugh in the wires, the cut in the tape

I’m the drum with no face, I’m the sound with no shape

No shape, no shape

But I still move

No name, no name

But I still prove

No road, no map

But I still choose

Wrong beat, wrong step

Still can’t lose

Bring that noise back

Bring that drum back

Bring that wrong track

Bring that fun back

Bring that noise back

Bring that drum back

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Bang

Don don

Break that drum

Left right, wrong way

Still we run

Ping ping, beep beep

Bass too dumb

No shape, no name

Still goes dumb

Bang bang, don don

Break that drum

Left right, wrong way

Still we run

Don don, bam bam

Lose my mind

No shape matsuri

One more time

Don don

No shape matsuri

One more time

Stop

Don

Still we run

Stop

Still we run

Stop

Don