Built around A pure festival anthem about surrendering to the moment and putting your hands in the air. Neon Dispatch's Lagos-to-Berlin frequency carries the concept through big-room-edm that rewards repeat listens. "Where we erase every trace of the outside" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs explosive, commanding. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
The lights go down, the bass goes up
Ten thousand voices saying that's enough
Of the everyday, the mundane grind
We came to lose our minds
The speakers stacked like city walls
The bass so deep the concrete crawls
This is the moment, this is the place
Where we erase every trace of the outside
[build]
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands to the sky
Higher, higher
[chorus]
Hands up if you feel alive
Hands up if you came to fly
Hands up, let the ceiling crack
We're never, ever going back
Hands up, hands up
Touch the sky tonight
[verse 2]
I see you moving through the strobe
A silhouette in a lightning globe
We're all electric, we're all the same
A thousand sparks inside one flame
The beat dictates the way we breathe
The drop decides when we believe
In something bigger than the day
So throw your hands up and let it play
[build]
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands to the sky
Higher, higher
[chorus]
Hands up if you feel alive
Hands up if you came to fly
Hands up, let the ceiling crack
We're never, ever going back
Hands up, hands up
Touch the sky tonight
[bridge]
This is church, this is prayer
Every hand reaching through the air
We are one body, one machine
The most alive we've ever been
Reaching, reaching
[chorus]
Hands up if you feel alive
Hands up if you came to fly
Hands up, let the ceiling crack
We're never, ever going back
Hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up
Touch the sky tonight
