Blind is the euphoria of the crowd
Staring at themselves from inside
And observing the succeeding paterns
Of the world that spirals downwards
I sense! Tangible phantasm
It causes human pride to swell [bad word] on! To touch, maybe catch
Fever on senses stimulates animal brain
And to those of you who scream that they know
Keep roaming in your dance
Singing of [bad word] and hapiness
Quelling the misty vision of end