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I feel it before i enter, as i get my drinking ticket.
My chest quivering with the merciless beat, as if the unflagging city seeks to impose her exausting tempo on my heart rate, i know tonight's redemption will be tomorrow's guilt.
It's a small price to pay to share my crowded solitude.

Countless strobe-lights invade my mind, flashes and hands in the air, a wave of soaked throbbing bodies follow the music with their delirious dance.
Drops of sweat scatter with every rave, adorning half-closed eyes, half-open lips and breasts bobbing fast, arms and hair extend to all directions, with the second removed rashly from foreheads and the first wrapping around half-naked female bodies, commencing smooth caressing moves.

Every note is a cell in this sea of humid skin, every move pushes you deeper in it's core. Words like "Control" and "Responsibility" sound absurd in the frenzying beat.
I'll just dream with my eyes closed, driven into your arms, like when a star falls and you make a wish, without really knowing its identity...

Each sway frees our bodies from the bonds of logic, breaking out without limitations and shame, as they get thrown about mercilessly in the rythm and melt under the lights, furious in the crows' anonymity, that fill my soul with black feathers from their clothes.
Letting them know eachother better, hidden from indiscreet eyes, the one within the other, searching the limits of desire, pain and lust and setting them anew, without boundaries or hesitation.
And then sinking again in the all-forgiving pulsing mass, prey of the music that goes on, not caring wether it feeds your need to escape or wears you out.

There's no need for guilt tonight; to dance is to renounce your name.
Tomorrow i'll wish again, or even remember...
But i won't be I ever again...

Description
I feel it before i enter, as i get my drinking ticket.
My chest quivering with the merciless beat, as if the unflagging city seeks to impose her exausting tempo on my heart rate, i know tonight's redemption will be tomorrow's guilt.
It's a small price to pay to share my crowded solitude.

Countless strobe-lights invade my mind, flashes and hands in the air, a wave of soaked throbbing bodies follow the music with their delirious dance.
Drops of sweat scatter with every rave, adorning half-closed eyes, half-open lips and breasts bobbing fast, arms and hair extend to all directions, with the second removed rashly from foreheads and the first wrapping around half-naked female bodies, commencing smooth caressing moves.

Every note is a cell in this sea of humid skin, every move pushes you deeper in it's core. Words like "Control" and "Responsibility" sound absurd in the frenzying beat.
I'll just dream with my eyes closed, driven into your arms, like when a star falls and you make a wish, without really knowing its identity...

Each sway frees our bodies from the bonds of logic, breaking out without limitations and shame, as they get thrown about mercilessly in the rythm and melt under the lights, furious in the crows' anonymity, that fill my soul with black feathers from their clothes.
Letting them know eachother better, hidden from indiscreet eyes, the one within the other, searching the limits of desire, pain and lust and setting them anew, without boundaries or hesitation.
And then sinking again in the all-forgiving pulsing mass, prey of the music that goes on, not caring wether it feeds your need to escape or wears you out.

There's no need for guilt tonight; to dance is to renounce your name.
Tomorrow i'll wish again, or even remember...
But i won't be I ever again...