Blinded.
The heat hits me,
the air chokes me,
the light blinds me.
Bodies on bodies on bodies.
Gyration,
fixation,
emancipation,
from expectation.
From the everyday.
From thoughts of death and thoughts of life,
the one that was never promised to us.
The dancefloor is a pit of...
the air chokes me,
the light blinds me.
Bodies on bodies on bodies.
Gyration,
fixation,
emancipation,
from expectation.
From the everyday.
From thoughts of death and thoughts of life,
the one that was never promised to us.
The dancefloor is a pit of...