Electric Forest

The people erupt,
And I becone a part of a machine,
That moves,
Directly to the beat,
And I’m one,
With you,
And everyone whose heart is here.
Let yourself go.
It’s almost dead silence.
It’s almost dead silence,
When the lights go out.
I like to make believe,
That I have the show shut down.
Let yourself go.
This is the only time to feel alive.
This brings me out to you,
And I’ll say,
«I'll scream until my heart comes out of my chest and leave it to the music to
transcend the rest.»
Let yourself go.
It’s almost dead silence.