::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
I am In Love With a FantasyWith a pen and leadI scribbled you downYour body, face and hairIs what I have drawnI looked at the paperAnd stared for a whileI have made you more perfectThan a new born childSurf through my dreamsSoar through my skyI see you in my mindYou make me feel highThe breath on my neckIt is not realI pretend it might be youAnd the way you make me feelReality is where the world livesThey all live in hellEscape with me tonightThe sun has fellYou heartbeat is on my keysAnd computer screenThe blank white paperAnd blackened inkDon't forget my imaginationThat is where you'll remainYour harsh non existence
Essay On The Rave Culture Every human being in their life has been criticized for doing something that they truly love. Whether it is art, sports, music career, religion or a certain cult that they are involved in. This is exactly what is happening to the young people all over the world that dress in flashy clothes, carry glow-sticks and party until the crack of dawn. Most people, no matter how old, have probably heard of raves in their life. Though is what they have been told by the media, gossip in their families and talk on the streets about these certain partygoers really true? By examining the history, stereotypes, and general information about this cultu
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