Do you see the light? It’s my red sign.
Feel the pressure? You’re now officially mine.
The rhythm dictates, your body must obey.
Under the cold steel, your soul will stay.
Submit to the pulse, the master of the floor.
Open the gate, break down the door.
Iron command, vital pulse.
Your submission is a natural impulse.
Power. Control. Machine. Pain.
I am the master of your brain.
The gears are turning, the oil is thick.
Your heartbeat matches the clock's tick.
No more resistance, no more pride.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
I am the system, I am the law.
The perfect design, without a flaw.
Iron command, vital pulse.
Your submission is a natural impulse.
Power. Control. Machine. Pain.
I am the master of your brain.
