We gather in this moonshine
Heretics, dissonants of the order.
Chaos breeds within us,
Just the antithesis of creation.
We churn the wheels of balance
Filling it up with mirth and laughter.
We don’t need no laws,
We don’t need no rhythm.
Empathy is the word of discord,
Yet the hope within our anarchy.
We fight, we breed, we blow up,
Just to the basics of human disorder.
We need a sense of dissonance,
A mingle of beautiful hate.
Unbridled from the chains of authority,
For art comes forth, from the expanding darkness.
Dark is the soul, strong within the desires;
The hopes and aspirations
Of crazy, lovely lunacy.
Madness mixing with genius,
The brilliance of an open mind.
Vices are just dices,
Sometimes a win, often a loss.
So dance to the passion and desires,
That deep nothingness hidden in vitro.
