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Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance 
Real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out 
Where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit 
The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body 

Maybe I feel detached. I may just look too shy 
It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy 
I call them bodies but, they are attentive too 
I feel the social glare. I feel the attitude 

Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in 
Made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber 
Time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city 
The glass danse world flickers on 'cause the cycle happens enough 

A baby falls out warm. It's screaming for its life 
An infant tries to danse as it grows up then dies 
That's simplified but, uh, when your complexion dries 
You wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way