Shut up and Dance

Becoming none more than a shell containing Celtic thoughts of wisdom Psychedelic spirits from which it inherits paranoia Toxic psychosis Hell Captivity through wicked spells Self-summoned serotonin cells Beware, the rhythm rips apart from mild neurosis and euphoric wishing wells Dwelling through darkness, sweet oh children of the night Slaves to rhythm recklessly wrecked our ships on trips of self-inflicted heat.