Digiwave Songtext
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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
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?
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?
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