Midnight Static

Yeah... check the clock. It’s three in the morning. The fog is rolling in.

Mask on my face, eyes low in the dark Engine screaming loud, yeah, I’m leaving a mark Midnight drift, see the smoke in the rain Phonk in my blood, I don’t feel no pain.

Creeping through the alley with the lights turned off Static in the air, yeah, the rhythm is soft But the bass hit hard like a hammer to the chest No sleep in the city, we don't need no rest.

Click-clack, hear the snap. Shadows on the wall. When the cowbell rings... Watch 'em all fall.