Bring your own fog machines
Make hazy the air And set the laser lights twirling All green and refracted Feel the bass womp-womp-womp Louder than your own heart beat And dance like no one's watching Though there's one who is Sing along in your own words What's it to you if you're off Consume all the snacks, snatch 'em Up like jacks before the ball drops When you finally grow weary Of the resounding emptiness Your hollow song on loop Shut off the power and let the place implode Step into the fresh air Clear your lungs and guts of complaint Your self-pity party was only a feint A mockery of reality, an affront to grace Comments are closed.
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