Epileptic dancer, Chaos is playing our song.
The strobe lights ensure seizures,
And lit up limbs are lashed by lasers.
Rave on oh my dearly demented,
The air is overwhelming me, scented
With the acrid alarm of short-circuit.
The tempo is quickening, Now Berserk it!
They are so hypnotic in the evenings finale:
The reviews might just tag it Grand Mal!
The strobe lights ensure seizures,
And lit up limbs are lashed by lasers.
Rave on oh my dearly demented,
The air is overwhelming me, scented
With the acrid alarm of short-circuit.
The tempo is quickening, Now Berserk it!
They are so hypnotic in the evenings finale:
The reviews might just tag it Grand Mal!