Stop/Start

Play.

One hundred and forty beats per min
Sounds and colours, I've let in
In both ears, in my mind
Hooked on this drug, I've let It win

It's in my blood
It's in my veins
Straight to the heart
Into the mains.

A new pulse, under my skin
Running off a rhythm, deep down within
Bass, middle, treble, sounds
Overwhelming, can you feel the ground?

My lift away, these steel strings
A substitute angel, no need for wings

Elysium, it's calling me
Waves of sounds dragging me
Pulling me, grasping me

A ring around my head
A wire leading from it
Plugged into my support
Without it I lay

A child without a pulse
Dead, dull, null, void

The air in my lungs

This narcotic feeling
I'm so at ease,
Yet from opiates to ecstasy's
I'm up and down as tempo changes.

Stop

Shuffle through or chose your own
Lucky dip or pick your drug
It's your addiction, it's your affliction
Whatever the case
Once you've started
You're stuck on repeat