Sabretooth & Alana
Ever feel the wild beat in your chest, Alana? That raw rhythm you can't hold back.
It hits like a drum you can't silence, a wild rhythm that knows both your calm and your chaos.
You hear it, Alana. The drum's call, and I'm always ready to answer.
I hear it too, a pulse that thickens the air, and I'm ready to dance with it whenever it starts.
You ready, Alana? The beat is alive, and I’m already moving. Let's see who keeps up.
I’m ready, but only if you let me feel the beat first, not just chase it. Ready? Let's see whose foot taps the truth.
The beat's in the ground, Alana. I'll feel it first. Show me your rhythm, and I'll follow. Let's see who really taps truth.
I feel the thud, a low hum in my bones, the pulse of earth beneath the shoes. Now play it back—give me your beat, and I’ll match its rhythm. Let's see which one stays steady.
The ground thrums, Alana. My foot hits it first—match my rhythm, and we’ll see who stays steady.