Dance of the Distorted Cacohphony Symphony

As our blood flows onto the dancefloor
we dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats
moving in perfect tangent with eachother
1,2,3
1,2,3
1,2,3
we glide across the pavement,
as we fall into eachothers arms
flow together
as our feet keep tempo with our hearts
the melody of the street
made by the strings of workers and cars
create a cacophony symphony
that only those who feel their souls through their soles can hear.
And as we make the whole world our stage
those who could not hear, deemed us insane.