

(ch-ch-ka-tssss) (doom-chick-doom-doom-chick) My voice is the engine that drives this machine No physical keys
just the vocalized stream From the chest to the throat we create
the design Every kick and snare hitting right on the line
We don't need the synthesizers (no we don't) We are the sound-organizers (hah)
Feel the human bassline drop
From the top to the bottom we make it rock
Channeling the old school but carving a lane With the pressure of
the breath like a runaway train Every click of the tongue is
a transient peak We construct the whole track every time that we
speak
(dum-dum-dah,
vocal synth solo) (bzzzz-sh-wuuuup)
Listen to the organic wave
We don't play the digital game
We don't need the synthesizers (no we don't) We are the sound-organizers (hah)
Feel the human bassline drop
From the top to the bottom we make it rock (doom-chick-doom) (shhhhh)
(breath in, breath out)