The fan on the ceiling spins so slow
It's telling me something I don't know
The air is thick, puts on a show
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go
My shadow starts to dance for me
A prisoner who's breaking free
To a rhythm that I can't see
This is who I'm meant to be
This ain't a choice, it's a fever dream
Caught in the pull of a silent scream
The sweat and the heat, a single stream
'Til nothing is ever what it seems
Ay, ay, ay, the rhythm takes me
Ay, ay, ay, the rhythm breaks me
Ay, ay, ay, the rhythm makes me
The moon outside is pale with heat
I feel the pulse in my own two feet
The night is heavy, bittersweet
A surrender, a slow defeat
This ain't a choice, it's a fever dream
Caught in the pull of a silent scream
The sweat and the heat, a single stream
'Til nothing is ever what it seems