Since when has the dance floor been a forum for a dialogue? Is there a reason to discuss misogyny and gentrification when you are grinding genitals with strangers?
those that would rather die on a dance floor,
than as currency in a pointless war
peace love microchips,
straight from the mouth down to the hips
the end of days are already here
nothing left but to count the years
every generation wants to boast the ultimate destruction
always turns out to be a pitiable disruption
the roman emperors, the celebrities without the soundtracks would find this nothing but amusing
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