Yes to Yes

Sunk into a fog of bass, shaken alive, frames possessed, yes to yes, mess to mess, there's thunder in our souls.

Give me a heart attack of joy, a riddled rhythm with a mystery, a secret bit of chemistry, a reaction to the scent of sweat.

How these coils unwind, let me come undone. Echo through these goose bumped walls, let fun be for fun be for fun be for fun.

Mike LinComment