The Faint Follow

Feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the
entrance.
The real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real
life world out.
Where ever sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you
spent in transit.
The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your
anxious body.

Maybe I feel detached,
I may just look to shy
It's a disinterest
Not that I'm a timid guy
I call them bodies but
They are attentive too
I feel the social glare
I feel the attitude.

Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air
that eased in.
Made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber.
Time sliced beat by beat, in a row, in a club, in a line, in the
city.
The glass danse world flickers on because the cycle happens
enough:

A baby falls out warm
It's screaming for it's life
An infant tries to dance
As it grows up then dies
That's simplified but oh
When your complexion dries
You wake up cold and think
You wish it'd been this way