Post by TalixZen on Aug 30, 2004 11:45:32 GMT -5
:oRegression Sessions 
Mad cross vibrations. Insane hallucinogenic insinuations.
Lack of valued intuitions. Distorted overwhelmed imagination.
Beat mix, two world collide. Can’t fix the headache inside.
Train wreck, brain scrambled and fried. Inspect the desire to hide.
From this noise I’ve found, from this cacophony of sound.
I get up and wander around. Skull splits from the deafening pound.
Mad bass, more than in my face. Craziness all over the place.
Bodies swarm, make it hard to breath. This pandemonium is hard to believe.
If they push much harder I think I’ll start to bleed.
Where are my friends in this time of need?
Lost in the mass of both flesh and ass. It’s a sad thing being surrounded in crass.
Ease the mind, a little bit of grass. How is it that the lights move so fast?
The time for enjoyment is past. Like a bad play that’s been overcast,
I submit to you this is just nast-y. No longer fun-y.
Everyone’s lost on E and grinding their teeth.
Looking for more speed, this is not what I need.
I wonder if I’ll stay until the break of day? I don’t think so, I want to get away.
Want to be somewhere that I can play, and not feel the desire to pray
for protection from this carnival gone wrong. From the sound without the song.
From being pressed against the throng. The stench of flesh and sweat so strong.
Feel like my head is pressed against a gong. Boom boom boom vs Bong bong bong!
Looks like the bar scene just exploded. Everyone looks at least half loaded.
So many people who look like very *friendly* persons, rubbing together and showing off their buts.
Macho men yelling "Rave or What!" Each one asking like a puts.
Intoxication in their guts. I’m telling you, this place is nuts.
So many bellies sloshed with beer and hard chemicals that they do not fear.
I ignore the zombies as they leer; their eyes rolled back, abnormally clear.
They grunt as they pass, shouting cheers. Clinking their water instead of beers.
In the sweat and heat they thrive. Overexertion is their jive.
They force themselves until they start to writhe, but the tap water keeps them alive.
They buy enjoyment no mater the cost. It seems that the point is lost.
What used to be freedom from society, is now just a contest for popularity.
"Oh please, look at me. Tell me that I am pretty. I can dance. Don’t you see?
Please let me be part of the scene no mater the fee!"
Half a year later they’ll expect to get in for free.
Leading from need to greed it seems that plur has become a blur.
A distant memory of the way things were.
The values tainted, no longer pure.
Our scene is ill, and lacking a cure.
Mad cross vibrations. Insane hallucinogenic insinuations.
Lack of valued intuitions. Distorted overwhelmed imagination.
Beat mix, two world collide. Can’t fix the headache inside.
Train wreck, brain scrambled and fried. Inspect the desire to hide.
From this noise I’ve found, from this cacophony of sound.
I get up and wander around. Skull splits from the deafening pound.
Mad bass, more than in my face. Craziness all over the place.
Bodies swarm, make it hard to breath. This pandemonium is hard to believe.
If they push much harder I think I’ll start to bleed.
Where are my friends in this time of need?
Lost in the mass of both flesh and ass. It’s a sad thing being surrounded in crass.
Ease the mind, a little bit of grass. How is it that the lights move so fast?
The time for enjoyment is past. Like a bad play that’s been overcast,
I submit to you this is just nast-y. No longer fun-y.
Everyone’s lost on E and grinding their teeth.
Looking for more speed, this is not what I need.
I wonder if I’ll stay until the break of day? I don’t think so, I want to get away.
Want to be somewhere that I can play, and not feel the desire to pray
for protection from this carnival gone wrong. From the sound without the song.
From being pressed against the throng. The stench of flesh and sweat so strong.
Feel like my head is pressed against a gong. Boom boom boom vs Bong bong bong!
Looks like the bar scene just exploded. Everyone looks at least half loaded.
So many people who look like very *friendly* persons, rubbing together and showing off their buts.
Macho men yelling "Rave or What!" Each one asking like a puts.
Intoxication in their guts. I’m telling you, this place is nuts.
So many bellies sloshed with beer and hard chemicals that they do not fear.
I ignore the zombies as they leer; their eyes rolled back, abnormally clear.
They grunt as they pass, shouting cheers. Clinking their water instead of beers.
In the sweat and heat they thrive. Overexertion is their jive.
They force themselves until they start to writhe, but the tap water keeps them alive.
They buy enjoyment no mater the cost. It seems that the point is lost.
What used to be freedom from society, is now just a contest for popularity.
"Oh please, look at me. Tell me that I am pretty. I can dance. Don’t you see?
Please let me be part of the scene no mater the fee!"
Half a year later they’ll expect to get in for free.
Leading from need to greed it seems that plur has become a blur.
A distant memory of the way things were.
The values tainted, no longer pure.
Our scene is ill, and lacking a cure.
