Bass drop, neon pop—Floorfiller ignite!
Spin that vinyl supernova, heartbeat cranked to 99,
Laser feet, we tattoo the night, every kick a satellite.
Hands up, glitch love, sugar rush in overload,
DJ gods on digital thrones cut the silence, let it explode.
We’re the spark in the dark, no last call, no curfew,
Echo keeps chasing the drop—rewind, repeat, never stop.