Pipes and Snare Discipline

Pipes in the front, I don't hide the blade. Snare in the

back like a promise made. Mm-hmm. Hillwind music with a city core

bite. We drag the night into strobe light fight. Yeah.

I came for pressure, for pulse, for a push. For that first

clean hit when the crowd goes hush. Okay. Snare starts slow,

then it tightens the skin. Pipes go higher. Let the chaos in.

Go. Pipes and snare. Let it land. Hey. Triple lit bass

crawling under the drone. Triple lit bass crawling under the drone.