City With No Sun

No sun.
No sun.
Beat still knocking.
Bass still coming.
Still dancing.
Still dancing.
Door with no handle.
Floor with no end.
They buried the body.
The beat came again.
Supposed to be cold.
Look how it glows.
Dust on the coffin.
Bass in the bones.
No flag on the wall.
No name on the door.
Just a kick
and a body
that moved through a war.
Sirens in key.
Smoke in the drums.
Whole room grinning
when the low end comes.
I should step back.
I should stay numb.
But the floor got teeth
and the teeth got rhythm.
Teeth got rhythm.
Teeth got rhythm.
Tell me he's dead.
Tell me he's gone.
Then why does the bassline
know every song.
Tell me it's wrong.
Tell me it's done.
Then why do we move
in the city
with no sun.
City with no sun.
Everybody move.
Dead man on the floor
and he found the groove.
Sirens in the rhythm.
Teeth in the dark.
Same grin.
New skin.
Room full of sparks.
City with no sun.
Bassline chews.
That's the part,
that's the part
I can't undo.
Bell in the corner
from a burned down church.
Rings on the drop
when the kick drum jerks.
He don't sell lies.
He don't sell sin.
He just lets
the hi hats
pull you in.
Kick goes low.
Snare goes mean.
Laugh in the sample
where the soul should be.
Hands go up.
Eyes go black.
Everybody loves
when the beat bites back.
Free ain't free.
Free is the bait.
Empty got bounce
and it never runs late.
No crown.
No cause.
No clean way out.
Just bass in the chest
and a red little mouth.
Beat bites back.
Beat bites back.
City with no sun.
Everybody move.
Dead man on the floor
and he found the groove.
Sirens in the rhythm.
Teeth in the dark.
Same grin.
New skin.
Room full of sparks.
City with no sun.
Bassline chews.
That's the part,
that's the part
I can't undo.
The horror ain't the monster
moving slow.
The horror is the bounce
when I should say no.
The horror ain't the shadow
on the wall.
The horror is the drop
and I want
it to fall.
No sun.
No prayer.
No exit sign.
Just a dirty little rhythm
running up my spine.
Mirror drop.
Lights low.
Dead man dancing
in the front row.
Mirror drop.
Bass rolls.
Found the groove
and it ate my soul.
Drop.
Bounce.
Lights go out.
Same laugh
coming from a new mouth.
Drop.
Bounce.
Bell toll.
City with no sun
and a black gold soul.
City with no sun.
Everybody move.
Dead man on the floor
and he found the groove.
Sirens in the rhythm.
Teeth in the dark.
Same grin.
New skin.
Room full of sparks.
City with no sun.
Bassline chews.
That's the part,
that's the part
I can't undo.
City with no sun.
Still dancing too.
That's the part,
that's the part
I can't undo.
No sun.
Bass still knocking.
Still dancing.
Still here.