these demons entrance our reckless thoughts the devil teaching us to dance one two three four five six seven eight our breath and step align, to ensue impeccable time we sway between the lucid arms extended by our captor a lost count is inevitable, yet the music will never return straining for a lone note with cotton ball eardrums our steps cannot suffice the torn shreds of perfection
alternative title thoughts? i didn't really know where to go with the title.