Ground_Ops.dmp (Night Pit Crew) Songtext
von Bobku

We′re the ghosts in the glowstick jungle
Bags on our backs while the basslines rumble
Grabbers out, dodgin' (dodging) your heels
You chase the drops
We chase the spills

Kick drum hits, you scream and soar
We feel the pulse through the stains on the floor
Your breakdown hits, ours never stops
We′re syncing trash cans like sidechain drops

Candy wrappers, cigarette ends
We're the under-track that never bends
No spotlight sweep, no shout or cheer
Just rat pack footsteps in your ear


Rizzo and the rat pack
Kings of the grime
Cleaning up the chaos
One beat at a time
Under your feet
Yeah, we're runnin′ (running) the scene
Invisible labor
The night won′t see

DJ drops, crowd goes feral
We weave through the feet like a backline barrel
Powder on the ground, cups in a wave
You call it "flow"
We call it "grave"

Your riser hits and the crowd ignites
We lift three bags in the strobelight's bite
You′re chasing bliss on a sawtooth climb
We're sweeping glitter off the kick′s punchline

Glow bands snap, bins overflow
We're the quiet tide beneath your show
You dance in drops, your friends get free
But someone′s gotta (got to) scrub the beat


When the night runs long
And the floor runs wild
We're still here
Every mess compiled
Not for glory
Not for fame
Just takin' (taking) pride
In the low-end game
′Cause (because) every perfect moment
Needs someone behind
Cleaning the joy
That you leave behind

Alright boys
Level it out

Rizzo and the rat pack
Kings of the grime
Sweeping up the mayhem
In triple-time
Under your feet
Yeah, we′re steering the scene
Invisible engine
That keep it clean

Rizzo and the rat pack
Nightshift brigade
Making room for sunrise
In the mess you made
If the floor still shines
When the dawn's routine
Thank the little rats
You′ve never seen

Hey, if trance is all about layers
We're the cleanup layer. Respect it
Look at this, half a pretzel. Breakfast!
Alright, rat pack, wrap it up before the sun judges us