these kids i met dressed like insubordination,nhopped the latest trend to the nearest bus station,ni admit back then i did not know such contempt,ni was swept by the current and i just loved to watch them dance.nto the rhythm of their stride, their oscillating groove,nunchecked and wild. the smile i can’t hide,ncreeps slowly from behind. the blood drains from my heart,nand reminds me I’m alive. i loved to watch them dance.nnat those old shows, the whole world outside faded.nthe chaos we chose was just less complicated.nthe sense of control was the thing we were after,nwhen things fell apart, we kept up, we moved faster,nthe drums out and the tension thickened.nwe held our breath, til the beat kicked back in.nthen everyone was moving, everyone was moving,nno one took the time to breath. (badmouth)nyou try to take a breath? well not in this life.ni’ve got my reasons to be here. i love to watch them dance.nto the rhythm of their stride, their oscillating groove,nunchecked and wild. the smile i can’t hide,ncreeps slowly from behind. the blood drains from my heart,nand proves that I’m alive. i loved to watch them...nnbitter to the connection i’d felt when i was young,nit no longer fazed me, that i’d thoughtn“this could be the one, that finally fucking saves me.”ni’d only come around to see if there was something left for me,nbut all the kids, they just seemed fucking crazy. all thinking:n“this could be the one, that finally fucking saves me.”nwe carried on, carried on until the sun had almost come,nbut it was just something to believe in.nand in the end it wasn’t what we needed.nit seemed the smallest of concessions,nbut i never found a soul with the heart to mention,njust how they’d jumped at the promise of redemption.nbut what meant most was once we’d faded and became ghosts,nto let go, when you’d lost hope.