The Dark 808s

Verse 1
Down in the basement of the underworld sound,
Red lights flicker when the beat comes around.
Chains on the ceiling, smoke in the air,
Every drum hit got a snarl and a glare.
Claws on the mixer, eyes glowing gold,
Turning up the low end, bending the soul.
They don’t need sleep, they don’t need breaks,
Every kick drum rattles the earth when it shakes.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers in the wires, sparks in the tone,
Every frequency feels overthrown.
When the sub drops low, you already know—
Something wicked in the waveform flows.
Chorus
808s made by demons,
Bass so deep it’s scheming,
Heartbeat of the underground,
Feel it rise up from the ground.
808s made by demons,
Nightmares start streaming,
When that low end hits your bones,
You’re never dancing alone.
Verse 2
Pentagrams drawn in the shape of a dial,
They tune the distortion, grin with a smile.
Every note cursed, every rhythm tight,
Built to bang through the dead of night.
Speakers shaking like they’re gonna confess,
Every drop got a touch of excess.
From the club to the catacombs,
That bass line finding its way back home.
Pre-Chorus
Fire in the meters, heat in the sound,
Can’t escape when the beat spins around.
Close your eyes, let the shadows go,
Feel the truth in the sub below.
Chorus
808s made by demons,
Bass so deep it’s scheming,
Heartbeat of the underground,
Feel it rise up from the ground.
808s made by demons,
Nightmares start streaming,
When that low end hits your bones,
You’re never dancing alone.
Bridge
Not wild—just evil,
Born from the dark, but perfectly styled.
Turn it up, don’t be afraid,
Even angels feel the bass they made.
Outro
As the lights fade low and the speakers groan,
That demon-made beat follows you home.
One last drop, hear the crowd scream,
808s from a twisted dream.

Violin, 808s, Epic