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  • Warehouse Domination

    Warehouse Domination

    Simple Lomo

    Folks, we are just getting started

    Believe me, this is tremendous

    Folks, look around, everybody showed up Believe me,

    they said it could not happen

    And now it is happening,

    bigly

    Crazy numbers, crazy movement,

    crazy room I walk in,

    the walls start shaking

    The deal is done before they even blink

    Sleepy people talk, we build Just watch,

    just watch, just watch

    Tremendous drive, tremendous force Nobody does pressure like this

    Folks, louder now Bigger,

    harder, cleaner Believe me,

    the floor wants more Crazy,

    crazy, crazy

    You feel that push

    You know who brought it

    Just watch

    Bigly,

    bigly, bigly

    Believe me

    Tremendous pressure Folks, we run this floor

    Just watch

    Crazy heat, no sleep Believe me,

    believe me

    Steel in the teeth of the room

    Rain on the rail and a grin in the smoke I counted

    the boots and forgot every name

    The ceiling bent low like a judge in a storm Believe me,

    the language is losing its tie Bent coins in the gutter keep

    singing of empire A lamp swings red through the breath of the

    crowd My jaw is a siren,

    my head is a tunnel Black tea thunder and ash on the

    tongue

    The room writes circles around my ribs Each clap is a lock

    and a dare and a bruise

    I grin at the panic and pocket the sparks No saint in

    the boiler, no king in the foam

    Only the grind of a beautiful ruin

    Only the grin of the night going feral

    Wet brick sermon, cracked chrome moon Thin grin,

    split lip, still moving The floor takes names and spits them as

    steam A small god kicks in the pipework below

    Hold that nerve

    Hold that nerve

    Run the black river under the heel Run it till the iron

    blooms Hands in the fog,

    teeth in the grin We are the racket under the crown Cold

    wire prayer and a mouthful of sparks London rain in a rented

    suit Brooklyn brag in a broken mirror Still it goes,

    still it goes

    Harder now, harder now

    Let the bass speak through the bone Let the room bite back

    Let the room bite back

    Still it goes

    Believe me

    Room full of iron

    lungs Night on the tongue Just watch

    Still it

    goes

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