00:00Black vinyl surrounding my private room A hazy worm slipping through my fingertips
00:11As the needle lands on the cold groove A quiet friction starts to trace our lips
00:21Buried deep under the weight of these album covers Feeling the physical skin of the sound
00:26Tiny, invisible scratches not written in any lyric sheet Where old memories spin around
00:32Every flawless digital wave is just a bore I wanna touch the raw, honest noise on the floor
00:37Among the shallow, repeating tracks passing by A secret frequency that only makes me sigh
00:42Hear the scent, hear the dirt, hear the dust Hear the scent, hear the dust
00:46Drippin' down my neck, the heavy and dark texture Stabbing deep into my heart like a sharp punctum
00:52A quiet shiver sliding along the black Rotating frame, a sovereign vibe
00:58Not just listening, but becoming the very grain Of this late night flow
01:03Ready for the drop, where the needle bites the hardest
01:07Texture, texture The only melody that cuts through the static
01:11Stabbing me right in the chest Texture, texture
01:14Watch me run so wild and cold on the spinning wheel
01:18Leaving behind the rest Every perfectly carved playlist is just a hollow shell
01:26That can never touch my soul Wherever my ears decide to rest
01:33The skin of the music breathes and makes me whole
01:37Feel this friction
01:39Leaning deeper into the hazy midnight Finding a sharper pattern in the dust
01:45Guiding this intense, beautiful obsession In my bedroom with an absolute trust
01:50Locking all the loud, duplicated voices Of the feet outside
01:53Letting them blow away From the outer edge of the black plate
01:56To the deepest center I slowly carve my way
02:00Not a dull program to play But a quiet force capturing the weight of the authority
02:06Buried in the velvet skin of a thousand tracks A calm and absolute majority
02:13The needle cutting raw Through the narrow lines of the spinning track
02:18Every superficial gaze Trying to judge me gets a permanent block
02:23The second I open my eyes At the climax of this friction
02:31The world is on a lock Ready for the drop
02:35Texture, texture The only melody that cuts through the static
02:39Stabbing me right in the chest Texture, texture
02:42Watch me run so wild and cold On this spinning wheel Leaving behind the rest
02:49Every perfectly carved playlist Is just a hollow shell
02:55That can never touch my soul Wherever my ears decide to rest
03:01The skin of the music breathes and makes me whole
03:06Yeah, feel this friction They'll go on searching for those clean, sterile voices
03:11Hiding from the scar But I know the warmth that breathes inside
03:15These worn out grooves exactly who we are My physical body is the truest gateway
03:21To feel the grain of this design This room isn't a grave to trap my soul
03:28It's a private sanctuary Tailored perfectly by the desires of mine
03:39Texture, texture Texture, texture Texture, texture Texture, texture
03:49Texture, texture The only melody that cuts through the static
03:53Stabbing me right in the chest Texture, texture
03:56Watch me run so wild and cold On this spinning wheel
04:00Leaving behind the rest The ultimate architect
04:07Conquering the traces of time Smiling at the center of the groove
04:17Just stay outside the turntable frame Listening to the dust I leave behind
04:25The master key that fills my worth is right At my fingertips defined
04:46To be continued to be right at the same beginning
04:49The master key to draw all over the Spinz
04:49As comfortable with your butt
04:49Its margin of 80's
