Quake before your ruler if only for an hour!
He rules your mind with the echoes of this audible power!

Praise him like you would the faith of your mind,
But the faith of your body and soul shall be aligned!

Praise the bass-line as the endocrines race.
The drugs in her pocket with ***** you'll chase.

"**** our futures!
We're young!
We'll rave til the sun!
Our happiness this moment won't relay the deeds done!"

They won't rant while they rage,
Like humans trapped in their cage.

The animals are free 'til they sleep in their grave!
Abandon your god and pray to the rave!