Feel the vapor pressure drop,
As the dark steam pours out the entrance.
Real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real
Life world out.
Where every sense seems deathly
Weak from the frozen time you spent in transit.
The glass dance world flickers on and the
Low end thaws your anxious 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 dance world
Flickers on because the cycle happens enough...
A baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life,
An infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies.
That's simplified but uh... When your complexion dries,
You wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way.
