You stand on the edge

Just about to step

The stage before you

Holding your breath



The people around you

Move in clumps

Lost in a trance

Lost in their passions or love



Yet you are afraid

For just over this edge

The chains rattle to be unlocked

To release your flesh



One move, one turn

A boom sparks in the air

One motion, one arm

Your so-called pure soul is in despair



The monster growls beneath

The lust of hot passions

The music begins to call

With the voice of a siren



Boom! Flash!

The monster grabs hold of you

Echo! Whisper!

Your eyes change a different color



Stomp, fly!

Your blood boiling in your veins

Smile, grin

Your decievement plays its games



But once the music has stopped

And all is cool, collected, and calm

The monster goes back into its cage

Waiting for the next song