Lyric

Doctor of the night sky

Knighted by the noise—

Now watch the floor move

They draw the world in one straight line

I draw it with a kick and spine

Laughing at the limits, breaking the frame

Truth hits harder when you call it a game

No polish, no plastic, no “pretty” disguise—

Just lungs like engines, fire in the eyes

If you found this track and stayed right here

You’ve got taste—now weaponize the fear

NO MAPS! NO LIES!

WE SPIN THIS EARTH WITH OUR THIGHS!

(Blegh)

Raise that bass—make gravity bite!

SHAKE THE ROOM—MAKE IT GO ‘ROUND! (HEY!)

THICK THIGHS—HIT LIKE SOUND! (HEY!)

No auto-tune, no borrowed glow

Just a thunder-breath and a down-low blow

BASSLINE CHAIN—RIP IT LOOSE! (HEY!)

DRUMS LIKE HAMMERS—NO EXCUSE! (HEY!)

If you feel that pull, if you want that hit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

A gentleman mind with a riot heart

Science in the fingers, chaos in the art

They said “don’t sing that, don’t move that way,”

We made a chorus out of “anyway.”

Body’s not a punchline, it’s a battle hymn

We lift each other when the lights go dim

No shame in the shape, no cage for the skin—

We’re built to survive, so let it begin

THEY DOUBT—WE LAUGH!

THEY FLAT—WE CRASH!

(Blegh)

Turn that ridicule into impact

(Whisper)

Count the stars…

Count the scars…

(Roar)

NOW MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD JUMP!

Headbang—mosh—dive—repeat

Let the low end rewrite your heartbeat!

SHAKE THE ROOM—MAKE IT GO ‘ROUND! (HEY!)

THICK THIGHS—HIT LIKE SOUND! (HEY!)

No auto-tune, no borrowed glow

We’re the kind of loud that never gets old

BASSLINE CHAIN—RIP IT LOOSE! (HEY!)

DRUMS LIKE HAMMERS—NO EXCUSE! (HEY!)

If you feel that pull, if you want that hit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

Not a joke

A law of motion