Purple Monsters,
With UV spears stand guard,
Pleasures in a plastic card
Sparkling glasses
Strange cut sights
On the right meet the lights,
Smoke without fire,
Mr. Tyndall hanging on to the light spire
Throbbing bodies
Smoky eyes,
Questionable motives,
Screaming lies.
A little numbing of the nerves,
Low frequency beats,
To the inner cultures,
Front row seats
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