CascadeBreak
Under the current, where the colors turn to grey
We find the rhythm of a deeper kind of play (hummmm...) (shhh...)
Through the haze, we are rising to the sound
No longer silent, we are shaking up the ground (ahhhh...) (shhh...)
Under the current, where the colors turn to grey
We find the rhythm of a deeper kind of play (hummmm...) (shhh...)
Through the haze, we are rising to the sound
No longer silent, we are shaking up the ground (ahhhh...) (shhh...)