Pulsing basses in my body
White pulvery stuff in my nose
That gives dancing a purpose
Music house, drowning in dazy clouds
Lights are bright
Basses are dark
Pumping the running blood through your heart
They say we're not smart
Brain dumped by drugs
Affecting body and heart
Sitting in pubs
Sipping on cups
Wishing for glamour
For money and lux
While we on drugs
People are calling us whores and sluts
But we're just alive
Are living our lives
Out of constructs and lies
We love being young
Lovin' art; being artists
Still brave but running from system
Running to unfamiliar and fun
