Digiwave

We're about to rock through the speakers,
we get nothing but respect.
and hold weird devotion, 
the grudge of our track.
For every day I live, 
through the force throughout your back
We're darkening, producing, a boom-bass kicking track.

Breaking down the system, 
that shall not cross my head
An essay of resistance, 
will result in sudden death.
We impose a new sensation, 
or we will kindly ask,
is your full anticipation on this boom-bass kicking track?