Time stood still
We dropped our Rosemary pills and watched the whole wide word steal all of us
Bringing fair animosity right to the edge of our table – age-old albeit smouldering with bouts of fleeting brilliance
When these wired-to-the-sky instruments meant everything to them
Take your dimensionally tuned guitars and dance – one hand inside of your pocket, loose one fastened to the very plug socket of your every being
Shock ’em all oh so damn deliciously
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor

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