Who the hell is Draysta?
midnight. full moon.
Don't flinch.
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — step in, no fear.
Hands up, bass down, let the night get near.
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — feel that cold grin.
If you can breathe in dark, you can breathe to win.
Say"HEY!"
"HEY!"
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — we don't fold.
Midnight in the garage, door cracked, moon bright,
Coffee on the breath, little smoke in the light.
I took that deep hit, then the room got wide—
Heart said"run," but my pride said"stride."
And I heard that voice like a joke in my head:
"You think you can handle the unknown?" it said.
Mockin' me, clockin' me— I won't pretend,
I was shook then I chose to descend.
One slow breath, one step out,
Yard turned stage when the lights went out.
If the dark wanna talk, let it talk— I'm here.
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — step in, no fear.
Hands up, bass down, let the night get near.
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — feel that cold grin.
If you can breathe in dark, you can breathe to win.
Say"HEY!" /"HEY!"
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — we don't fold.
I looked at the moon and the air got thick,
Like history hummin' through a bassline kick.
Felt a presence reclined right next to me,
And a few more sparks in the dark, scattered evenly.
Voodoo-esque vibe— I can't prove what it was,
But it felt like a window, not a story I spun.
When I bowed in respect, it bowed back in tone—
Not"good" or"evil" just ancient and known.
Pa pè
I came back
but I left a part of me brave in that yard.
Dead man's dancefloor— we bounce with the fear.
Turn nerves into nerve-endings, music in the mirror.
Dead man's dancefloor— we bounce with the fear.
Turn nerves into nerve-endings, music in the mirror.
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — step in, no fear.
Hands up, bass down, let the night get near.
DEAD MAN'S DANCEFLOOR — cold grin, warm soul.
Full moon witness— Draysta don't fold.
Draysta? ...That guy is an asshole.
