Impulse Radio Edit

I don't wanna be clean. I don't wanna be real. I don't wanna be clean. I don't wanna be real. I don't wanna be clean. Don't I don't Wanna, wanna. Impulse in the spine, signal goes live. Muscles react faster than the mind, No permission asked. The body knows when the pulse takes over, I let it go. Heart like a metronome, Blood like bass. Every step's a statement, every move a trace. No costumes, no mask to wear. Motion tells the truth, the rest is air. It's the impulse under skin and bone. It's me when I lose control. Love, rage come in one motion. The body speaks what the tongue won't open. It's the impulse under skin and bone. It's me when I lose control. Love, rage come in one motion. The body speaks what the tongue won't open. I don't wanna be clean. I don't wanna be real. I don't wanna Be clean. I don't wanna be real. I don't be clean. Don't wanna be real. Anger in the shoulders, love in the hips. Calming the breath when the rhythm hits. Every emotion got its own time. See me feeling locked into the grind. No need for meaning, it's just vibration. This ain't dancing, it's revelation. Shame falls off like dead weight. What's left is raw, exposed, awake. It's the impulse under skin and bone. It's me when I lose control. Love, rage come in one motion. The body speaks what the tongue won't open. It's the impulse under skin and bone. It's me when I lose control. Love, rage come in one motion. The body speaks what the tongue won't open. I'm the tension between silence and sound. I'm the chaos that finally found the ground. When the beat hits hard, the lines dissolve. Only now exists, only pulse involved. I don't wanna be clean, I wanna be real. Sweat on the skin, pressure I can feel. Every move is my inner code. Every step transmits my frequency mode. Don't Stop the impulse, It knows the way. The body remembers what the mind won't say. When the beat goes quiet, I still shake. What dances inside me doesn't fade. It's The impulse under skin and bone. It's me when I lose control. Love, rage come in one motion. The body speaks what the tongue won't open. It's the impulse under skin and bone. It's me when I lose control. Love, rage come in one motion. The body speaks what the tongue won't open