Everybody’s beat, under neon rain,

Lupo scratches moonlight, turns heart to flame;

Tanzamomo whispers, bass drops like sin,

We’re silver wolves hunting the pulse within.

Freeze-frame sweat, rewind the night,

Hands up, ghosts—let the strobe ignite;

When the kick drum breaks and the city forgets,

We’re the echo that stays, the rhythm that never quits.

You say you wander your own land

你說，你在自己的土地上徘徊

But when I think about it

但當(dāng)我思考它的時(shí)候

I don’t see how you can

我不明白你是如何可以做到的

You’re aching you’re breaking

你正在感受疼痛，正在遭受傷害

And I can see the pain in your eyes

我可以從你的眼睛上看到你的痛

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