Heat on the Horizon

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Scorch the line where the horizon bleeds,
Smoke curls like secrets the night can't keep.
Tongues of fire in the static air,
Every breath a spark, no time to care.
Levels drop where the shadows play,
Heatwaves twist the path to the fray.
Smoke's a language, the dark can't hide,
Low and steady, the bassline's pride.

[Chorus - low male vocal]
Heat on the horizon, smoke in the veins,
Low and heavy, the bassline reigns.
Smoke curls where the shadows align,
Low and lethal, the beat's design.