In Dateline,
it's always the person who lit up the room that gets murdered.
So I guess I'm glad I'm grouchy and * unapproachable.
Lights are spinning like a carousel.
Heartbeat pounding like a rebel, yo.
No time to think, just time to feel.
Electric night,
it's all surreal.
Why is hum when the ions glow?
Let it pull you, let it flow.
Electric pulse, it's in my veins.
Feel the shock, it rewires my brain.
Dance to the static, break the chain.
Electric pulse, electric pulse again.
Shadows jumping in the strobe light haze.
Lost in the rhythm, no need to chase.
This beats a language we all speak.
A fleeting moment that feels unique.
Current rises, it won't let go.
Charge me up, I'm ready to explode.
Electric pulse, it's in my veins.
Feel the shock, it rewires my brain.
Dance to the static, break the chain.
Electric pulse, electric pulse again.
Electric
pulse again.