鐵與火在黎明相撞，

銅管撕開霧的胸膛；

鼓點(diǎn)如心跳，

把沉默的城墻敲成回響。

弦月倒懸，

照亮未歸的劍；

每一次呼吸，

都是故鄉(xiāng)遠(yuǎn)去的炊煙。

讓號(hào)角回答號(hào)角，

讓雷鳴回答雷鳴；

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Nasty dog, off the leash, collar poppin’ chrome,

Sniffin’ every curve, got that triple-X tone.

I bark bass lines, bite beats, leave paw prints on your throne—

Call the pound, girl, I’m still gnawin’ in your zone.

Tail waggin’ wicked, tongue slangin’ slick,

Fetch that funk, bury it deep, make that subwoofer lick.

I’m the freak you keep secret, the howl under your sheet—

Roll over, play dead, then wake the whole damn street.