A bunch of people
****** up people
Like, the in-the-head
Kind of ****** up

Anyway, they're just standing there
Looking at each other
And at the ground
Left, right, up and down

Then the music starts
And starts to blare
Louder and louder
"It's a sin."

The crowd begins to sway
Not gradually though
They just slam into life
Arms swinging and legs kicking

The zombies have become animate
The loonies suddenly decide, simultaneously, to let their individual freak flags fly
And you're in the middle of it
Physically stunted and slowed but mentally... all there

You lift your right leg
Place it in front of your left
The loonies/freaks/zombies continue their ritualistic, devilish, mindless movements
And there you are, too slow to even make it out of that jungle, brimming with madness

Finally, after 10 minutes or so
You make it to a chair, located on the edge of the makeshift dancefloor
You sit down, the metal like a brutal breeze to your warm behind
You sit down, and you look up at the ceiling
The music still flairs and the singer wails the same words
"It's a sin"
A lonely tear rolls down your cheek
And you know it's true