Xtc

Night-time starts to feel like the day

Lime lights feel like dancing in the sun

Emotions buried deep not on display Drowning them with drinks order another one

Deamons of the night take me as I am

Sure that people understand Substances in my veins feel it pumping

Ignorance be bliss the pelvis not the only thing be bumping

It's getting critical it's hard to move in a world

Where most of the love be subliminal or was it hate

The principal of being genuine not highly praised it shatters under fakes