tattooing beats to our heads because we won't stop listening. sweating off outfits and stomping your soul with our soles through the floor. technological language seeping into our veins causing multicolour hallucinations in our minds, breaking spines, taking action. drinking substances known to our tongues but allowing musical enchantment to take over our brains, driving us insane and we've signed the waivers; make us crazy make us crazy. hormonal attributes and we pledge allegiance to the sound, and thank the creator, almighty, for your artistic appeal has got us craving more, body surge - we don’t leave the floor, residential home coming and we haven't felt more at home then now with a chaotic cocktail of hyper thirsty music pressuring our bodies to move move move, like we'd stop if you asked us too - ha. Sultry lips and words of encouragement that are laced with perpetual sounds and we're getting "bucked". smokin cigarettes under sunlight because we haven't been home from last night yet.
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