Gulping down the bottle, walking in straight formation.
Eyes on us as we walk passed them all.
And into a dark-filled room, the smoke starts to build up.
Leaving behind our shit as the door close on us.
The lights shine in different colors and formation.
Synchronized to the beat of the song.
And the crowd rose to the adrenaline of the man, as he spins the record on.
Hands in the air, mouthing those lyrics.
Hips sway grooving to the music.
Eyes search for who knows what.
While others play it cool at the sideline.
As the man call it a night, and the lights shine so bright.
The doors open wide, reluctance in every eyes.
Composing oneself from the madness unleashed.
And feet head towards the open door into reality.
