Systematic rhythm in control
Has left me in a world without emotion
in my soul
And my desire, oh, it feels like fire.
Electrifying energy of life
Generates a power to a beat as cold
as ice
And my desire, it takes you higher,
higher, higher
Oh yeah yeah yi
Automatic songs that fascinate
Dancin' in a trance, my mind and body
activated
My desire, oh, it feels like fire.
(yeah !)
Accelerate the feeling everywhere
Electronic pleasure makes the music
fill the air
And my desire, it takes you higher,
higher, higher
Get ready ta flex, I'll make you bounce
to these rough raw rhythm in your mind and the yalaxies.
Cause in the '95 season size in a
roll,
Pass the remote control.
So I can change it up,
I get a ten'n'a half for mashing the
bass up,
And it don't matter what they say
I'm like a Pentium chip and every
line carries 8 k
 [bad word] with the digital, electric
pleasure,
 [bad word] the pressure.
Known to be the man on the jams on
the street fighter 2 cause my style kicks like kung fu.
Or you can get open, I got a fat PC
with a 14,4 modem
Now [bad word] the pressure,
My interpretation of electronic pleasure