::THE RAVERS DISEASE::(Worried Parent)ER!911!She's bleeding from the earsAnd won't come homeIt started with a coughAnd toxic sneezeI'm crying, doctorWhat is this disease?Put a bio-hazard on the doorStrap her to that chairLook at that heart beatAnd fucked up hairShe's starting to bleedIt's all over the floorWhat is her disease?I can't take it any more!ER!911!My baby girl is turningInto a techno clone!It started with a strobeAnd many colored beadsThat repetitive beatMakes my head want to bleedTell me, Lord,Tell me please!What the hell is her disease?(DJ Seizure)LISTEN HERE NORMS!!It's the Raver's Disease!It starts with a coughAnd
This Is The Techno Lover's PlaygroundThis is realityYou are not dreamingThe strobe flashes before meLet me control your bodyYour bass is in my heartMy synths drum in your headGhastly smoke clouds at my feetThe mosh pit dances like phantomsYour presence keeps me aliveYour presence keeps me aliveYou do not need ecstasyI do not need LSDYou do not need cocaine or loveAll I need is your rhythmAll you need is my rhythmAs I pulse on the dance floorIt overdrives at a hundred and seventy beatsI can almost suffocate in your heatThis is the techno lover's playgroundWhere my problems melt awaySo grab a glowstickDive into the mosh pitAnd feel the f