I went to a rave last week,
They gave me a laced drink,
It made my head spin.
I felt as if I had created a disco sin.
The colors seemed to cry,
They wanted me to die,
So, I began to dance,
And perhaps look for romance.
I feel in love with the DJ,
Glowing eyes, and the color of day,
His arms were a metallic gleam,
His hair had a plastic sheen,
And he played the records extremely fast,
Telling me against the music, I would come last.
I woke up in a garbage can,
That smelled very much like spam.
I have no idea what they gave to me
But the world still dances before me, like a raving bee.