BinyangLoongFlow

Dust and smoke on the street a thousand years they breathe

This town was built on fire and the faith that never leaves

Bamboo frame and silk and skin a beast that learns to fly

They light the fuse they light the night they burn against the sky

The paper Loong tears the dark a million sparks collide

My ancestors are screaming from the drumbeats deep inside

No neon sign can blind me now I see the old code glow

My city is a circuit board and this the Binyang Flow

They said the Loong was a myth

But I can feel it in my ribcage like a sixth

A signal through the static a transmission from the past

This body is the temple and the rhythm is the blast

Binyang Loong Flow

This is the voltage that we know

Binyang Loong Flow

The paper skin the power glow

From the temple to the street

From the ashes to the beat

We are the fire we are the heat

Binyang Loong Flow

Chinese Loong Flow

The crackers hit the pavement like a message from the old

The smoke is like a screen that hides the truth that we are told

My sneakers hit the asphalt where the fire used to fall

The past is a remix and the future is the call

The souls are dancing with Loongs

The ancient rhythm builds a higher fire

The crowd is one electric pulse a single broken line

This is the ritual of the future and the sign

Binyang Loong Flow

This is the voltage that we know

Binyang Loong Flow

The paper skin the power glow

From the temple to the street

From the ashes to the beat

We are the fire we are the heat

Binyang Loong Flow

Chinese Loong Flow

The Loong had no master

The fire had no name

But the code is in the footsteps

And the circuit is the same

Binyang Loong Flow

This is the voltage that we know

Binyang Loong Flow

The paper skin the power glow

From the temple to the street

From the ashes to the beat

We are the fire we are the heat

Binyang Loong Flow

Chinese Loong Flow