Sad people in clubs
Dance away the destruction
And the decimation of morality
The fragility
Of care free strategy
And broken reality
The clouds of loneliness
The hordes of emptiness
Dance to synthetic sounds
In a neon night sky
Little glasses fuel fights
And fucking
Regret
and remorse
Aggravation
Confrontation
And unwanted attention.
Escaping the matrix
Of the collective hive
To thrive
In unreal reality
