Disco dead and....wait, didn't we do this one already?

Okay, since I know everyone's been waiting

with baited breath for my next great opus,

here's the poem I was talking about

It's tentatively titled Discotech:


Here at the discotech

We're trying to forget

the meaning of our lives

We live for compromise

Come here for second best

No love there's only sex

We'll drink ourselves to death

long as our breath stays fresh

We're bleeding and dying

but nobodies listening

they're too busy drinking

too busy not thinking

Everyone's lying

and nobodies trying

to look a bit deeper

life is so cheap here

we're speaking not talking

we're fucking not loving

we're predators stalking

with words that mean nothing

We'll dance the night away

and die another day

Just take a look around

no substance to be found

that stuff just brings us down

So shake your ass around

turn your frown upside down

Step up don't miss your turn

outside the city burns

they'll find you in the ash

this dance will be your last