808 Baptism

We find our revelation when the streetlights start to bleed

Plantin' our own paradise like a defiant seed

The sky above's a bruised-up purple, beautiful and vast

We're here to make a moment that was never meant to last

But we make it last forever in the telling of the tale

A ritual of freedom that will never, ever fail

The rearview mirror's shakin', the ground begins to groan

And for a couple hours, we are never all alone

The speakers start to tremble, the sermon starts to boom

A resurrection story in a four-wheeled mobile tomb

That we have turned into a temple of the here and now

We all take a sacred, unspoken, joyful vow

This is our 808 Baptism, a spiritual attack

The holy water is the bass that's runnin' down your back

We're washin' off the struggle, we're cleansin' all the pain

Reborn into the rhythm of the artificial rain

Of hi-hats and the kick drum, a cleansing of the soul

Tonight the 808s are what will make us finally whole.

The congregation's gathered, a tribe of the displaced

All searchin' for a feelin' that cannot be erased

We're passin' 'round a bottle like a sacrament of choice

And every single one of us has finally found a voice

To shout above the chaos, to sing above the din

To let the spirit out that we were forced to keep within

This ain't a party, it's a necessary rite

To find a little bit of God in the electric night

The speakers start to tremble, the sermon starts to boom

A resurrection story in a four-wheeled mobile tomb

That we have turned into a temple of the here and now

We all take a sacred, unspoken, joyful vow

This is our 808 Baptism, a spiritual attack

The holy water is the bass that's runnin' down your back

We're washin' off the struggle, we're cleansin' all the pain

Reborn into the rhythm of the artificial rain

Of hi-hats and the kick drum, a cleansing of the soul

Tonight the 808s are what will make us finally whole.

Let the bass drop... deeper than your doubt

Let it be the only voice you hear above the shout

This is the genesis, the exodus, the truth

The eternal fountain of our temporary youth.

This is our 808 Baptism, a spiritual attack

The holy water is the bass that's runnin' down your back

We're washin' off the struggle, we're cleansin' all the pain

Reborn into the rhythm of the artificial rain

Of hi-hats and the kick drum, a cleansing of the soul

Tonight the 808s are what will make us finally whole.