Ex-Ravers

I changed my mind
By clearing the room
Ball, chain, kick the dead pen
Blackness on the field, inhalers rush in
All the trippy yuppies expand in the lights
Looping in their corners like truly whatever
Met the ex-ravers at the mega-church
They improvise life
No reception in here
I changed my mind
By clearing the room
Yesterday, it was tomorrow again
You were on the cover, dripping, it’s nothing
I don’t understand their numbers
The colors don’t change
When the light doesn’t live on the lane
I changed my mind
By clearing the room