Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark
steam pours out the entrance
real cold world is swirling in to a club that keeps the life world out
where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit.
the glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your frozen body
Maybe i feel detached, i may just look too shy
it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy
i call them bodies but, they are attentive too
i feel the social glare, i feel the attitude
Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in
made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber
time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city
the glass danse world flickers on because the cycle happens enough:
A baby fall out warm, it's screaming for its life
an infant tries to danse, as it grows up then dies