Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark

steam pours out the entrance

Real cold world is swirling in to a club that keeps the life world out

Where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit.

The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your frozen body

Maybe I feel detached, I may just look too shy

It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy

I call them bodies but, they are attentive too

I feel the social glare, I feel the attitude

Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in

Made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber

Time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city

The glass danse world flickers on because the cycle happens enough:

A baby fall out warm, it's screaming for its life

An infant tries to danse, as it grows up then dies