Bass Beat

Within music, there are two things The bright lights in the sky at night time and completely losing it We keep keep abusing it Its not that we are choosing it Its the beat Its the Bass, beneath our feet All these people eradicating heat We admit defeat Here we will always dance There's always that one last chance to let go of the ultimate plan Our fate, is in our hands We refuse to openly realize, These disguises This is timeless We need spiritual guidance If we say no? Would it let us go? Our hearts made of snow Cold inside, Its where we are home We dont know where to go Theres a million things we cannot see Theres a million thoughts, we cannot think All our souls want to be free been stuck here, for all eternity...