The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
My soul has found the wave of sound
High on frequencies, heaven-bound
Vibrations of energy elevates
The flow within my melodic state
The system takes me to a zone
Where music sits upon a throne
Demanding worship to atone
That no one dances too alone
We're owned as it hits at the core
The songs that play make us roar
Dancing is the only law
The language here is metaphors
A place where tempo reigns supreme
The rhythm rules over the scene
The beat and harmonies both scheme
This place is where you'll find my being
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
The rhythm makes me want to move
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm
The rhythm makes me want to move
