Sensual sickness

Blind is the euphoria of the crowd
Staring at themselves from inside
And observing the succeeding paterns
Of the world that spirals downwards
I sense! Tangible phantasm
It causes human pride to swell anew
Come on! To touch, maybe catch
Fever on senses stimulates animal brain
And to those of you who scream that they know
Keep roaming in your dance
Singing of truth and hapiness
Quelling the misty vision of end