ZEROMAX - Black Coffee Original Mix

Animal, Polaris.
Vesper, Orion.
Helios, Baga.
Astra, Zeneca.
I’m pouring black coffee while
The city is cold. Another quiet chapter
Is starting to fold. The matrix is
Sleeping in the artificial light, but I
Ain’t staying heavy with the silence of
Night. No sugar-coated promises
To muster my drive. I’m taking in the
Bitterness to keep me alive. The winter
Was a shadow trying to freeze at
The cup. Look at how the steam is
Rising steadily up. I don’t require the
Energy of people who fade. I’m building
My position in the darkness and shade.
This is a basis I’ve wanted from the
Beginning. Let it go—delicious
Deep inside the sound, for the
Few, one-cup survivors under the bubble
Black stars. Watching how the
Static of the system just dies. If they
Try to ask you how I woke up the crew,
Tell them I’m a dark blend that is
Better than you.
Yeah.
The protocol is opening up a permanent
Door while lazy dust settles right onto
The floor. No temporary fashion
Can alter my stride. I’m letting the
Rhythm and the gravity guide us. All
It’s every mind with the time as the
Sound. Refusing to follow their agenda
For your line. The copycats are only for
A second of fame, but lose all
Their focus when they finish the game. I
Balance the pressure, I anchor
The sound. I’m breathing so heavy and so
Deep in the ground. The sub bass is
Steady—it goes beyond my control.
Protecting the sanction way inside of my
Soul. No regular motion can
Capture this space. I’m building a
Boundary they cannot erase. If they ever
Wonder how Pattern survived,
Tell them the independent heavy would
Thrive.
Enigma, Polaris.
Vesper, Orion.
Helios, Vega.
Astro, Zenus.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
The ink on the paper is solid
And clean. The calmest perspective
They’ve ever yet seen. The whispers of
Cynics just turn into dust. I
Follow this deliberate alignment and
Trust in independent frequency. I’m
Drawn in the zone. I’m carving my
Signature so deep in the stone.
The patterns of shadows are starting to
Break away to the beautiful choices I
Make. I ride on the frequency, filtered
And deep. No temporary secrets
Are easy to keep. The concrete is
Shaking, the drums disappear, but inside
My spirit the message is clear.
No short-sighted emotion can knock on my
Day. I’m pushing the cheap magicians
Away. If they try to ask how I
Reach to the sky, tell them my roots
Were too heavy to fly.
Anima, Polaris.
Vesper, Orion.
Helios, Baga.
Astra, Zeneca.
I’m pouring black coffee while
The city is cold, and I let the quiet
Turn sudden, fold. The matrix
Is sleeping in the artificial light,
But I ain’t staying heavy with
The silence of night. No sugar-coating
Promises to muster my drive. I’m taking
In the bitterness that gives me a laugh.
The winter was a shadow trying
To freeze at the cup—but look at how the
Steam is rising steadily up. I don’t
Require the energy of people who fade.
I’m building my position in the
Darkness and shade. This abyss is a walk
At the beginning of the brew with
Delicious coffee. See the sign
For the new one-cup of java under the
Black stars, watching how the static of
The system just dies. If they try to ask
You how I woke up the crew, tell them
I’m a dark blend that is better
Than you.
Yeah.
The accords open up a permanent
Door while lazy dust settles right onto
The floor. No temporary fashion can
Alter my stride. I’m letting the rhythm
And the gravity guide us. Solid as every
Mind with the time as they
Sought. Refusing to follow their
Industry, your line. The copycats hurry
For a second of fame, but lose all
Their focus when they finish the game. I
Balance the pressure. I link it to the
Sound. Vibrating so heavy and so
Deep in the ground. The sub bass is
Steady. It calls my control. Protecting
The sanction we’re inside of my
Soul. No regular motion can capture this
Space. I’m building a body they cannot
Erase. If they ever wonder how bad it
Survived, tell them the independent
Heavy will ride. Ride. Ride.
Animal, Polarity.
Vesper, Orion.
Helios, Varga.
Astra, Zeneca.
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
The ink on the paper is solid and clean.
The calmest perspective they’ve ever yet
Seen. The whispers of cynics just turn
Into dust. I follow this
Deliberate alignment and trust in
Independent frequency—drawn in the zone.
I carve my signature so deep in
The stone. The patterns of shadows are
Starting to break away through the
Beautiful choices I make. I ride on the
Frequency, posted deep. No temporary
Secrets are easy to keep. The
Concrete we shake in the ground
Disappears, but inside my spirit the
Message is clear. No short-sighted
Motion can alter my day. I’m
Pushing the cheap magicians away. If
They try to ask how I’ll reach
To the sky, tell them my roots were too
Heavy to fly.
Yeah.