GoddessesofTime

Lower in the lights - and lose your soul to the breaking beats, Let vodka pave your crooked path and by your neon blood, You'll paint your name in glowing flood on slicker city streets. Pause for me a second - hold on the cadence; just We're waiting on the maelstrom; we're here upon the cusp Of the crescendo paramount, then rolling with the bass, Perhaps the flash and sounds and strobe will burn away your face And leave a mighty seraphim, a construct of the dance, An angel cast of disco balls and ever turning trance. So lower in the light and let vodka pave our way, We can dance all night and then we will sleep all day.