I have my battlefield of technology that’s big enough to wrap my fingers in all the right designs.
I have my soldiers of beats all ready to shoot off at a rhythm of my command, such loyal beings.
Their gunshots that shoot energy into your blood as it gives you strength to do what only gods have dreamed of
That shy ghost of a shell is left as you rip off your clothes and humanity and you turn into a crazy beast that moves with the gunfire of my soldiers’ commands.
They scream in order as they march to my fingers like a puppet.
They shoot the people in the ear and eyes to blind them, into my control like crows to a unwanted feast.
I blind them with lights of all colors and hide the once humans that are now monsters in the dark to hide who they have become, I make my soldiers ready to shoot the hype, the adrenaline, the rush of energy into their souls when I crank the music.
When I raise my hands high in the sky, like I’m controlling the legion.
I slam my hands down with the force of Zeus's thunder and the music begins.
I am but a man on a DJ table, but a man on a DJ table is all it takes.