Throw your jacket on the floor;
The cadence of techno so palpable
Feeling a insurmountable vortex dancing with a broken neck
Optistimic sauntering freely automatic
Propane lit by static
So dramatic the poverty of lower middle class erratic
Thumping bass
Dance and rave

Vocals oblique pushed up front cacophony of 8 bit
Ark of ARP sheep murmurs
Exclaims you're too precious
requited narcissistic

EMF as I slowly go deaf
Freedom is nothing left

Trio Trump of hearts
A child killed by lawn darts
The continent stays together but my mother nature is going hell for leather but I'll dance escatic escarpment of time immemorial canned by the Romans Elagablus
Cis you cis me
Clyde and Bonnie
Weren't Rob Hood
The steam of greed
Makes arid
Once green pastures
But still there's an after taste of nice x
Climate
To someone I said I loved forever
Maybe when we are dead
We can get back together