In the city where the sky turns red,
sirens sing instead of birds.
I spin the decks above the dread
while the world forgets the words.
Dust on vinyl, blood on streets,
crowds and shadows, broken beats.
I play for ghosts and for the brave.
We dance above a shallow grave.
No flags,
no sides,
just shattered dreams,
but still I chase the melody.
A rebel with no gun in hand,
just space and hope across this land.
We dance through the fire.
We burn, but we're higher.
Hearts like a choir, louder than war.
We dance through the fire.
No savior, no liar.
The beat is our prayer and peace is the floor.
We fight before we fall.
The power's out,
but souls still shine through every scream.
The bass aligns, my booth's a bunker.
Beats are shields.
The war outside,
the love it heals.
No generals,
no battle lines,
just one more track before the mines.
I fight with rhythm like the spark of
a raze beneath the world gone dark.
Maybe tomorrow they'll hear the sound of a heartbeat,
not a bomb.
We dance through the fire.
United as fire.
No hate can divide us.
We've been here before.
We dance through the fire.
Our spirit won't tire.
The beat is our banner and love is the war.
One more night.
The
power's out,
but souls still shine through every scream.
The bass aligns, my booth's a bunker.
Beats are shields.
The war outside, the love it heals.
Just one more night.