The gears have spun their final rotation. The beat of this place has finally died down. Now we dance. There is a song that shoots from our core. A rhythm that we spend our entire lives denying.
Step charts discarded, we pave the world beneath our unsure foot falls. I swear to god that I lived once. Now, if only for these moments, these short and wonderful seconds, I will push my face through the obstinate surface of this dying rock and I will live again!
It is blue and here I am in the middle of it. Bleed your hues into me. Free this romantic from the tired bones of this warrior's flesh. Pace before me, let the hunger wash over you, let it come. Rip from me the beating essence of this song.
I will be yours forever in this moment, if only you will follow me. If only you will close your eyes and put your hand in mine. I can take you to the streets in my head. To the heaving city alive behind these green eyes.
Give me the chance. Forgive me the past, the indecision, the false steps, the wayward consequences of my misspent life. I will burn the world down, leaving tinders in my wake, blaze your name across the face of our worthless world.