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(ooooh) I watched the wires turn to dust
Leaving only what we trust
No strings to pull,
no frets to bind
Just the space we left behind
And the frequency is clearing out
Silent space where there was doubt
Stripped down to the beat Felt the rhythm in our feet
No more wooden hollow frames
We are burning up the names
(yeah, we are burning up)
We don't need the hollow wood
To make ourselves understood
Analog heart and digital spine
Everything is falling in line
Just the voice and the machine
Purest sound you've ever seen (ahhhh)
Stripped down to the beat Felt the rhythm in our feet
No more wooden hollow frames
We are burning up the names
(yeah, we are burning up)
No more strings
Just the
heartbeat