This an attempt at rhyming. It's dedicated to my friend Midnight Metal.

The music dances in your head

Playing games with your mind

You shift and feel like lead

As you move and grind

The music is like candy

To much makes you ill

Your stomache aches with the brandy

You drank till you felt shrill

You are the prey

Of the dance

And you will forever be clay

With no chance

Of any sort of escape

You feel set

Attacked and raped

Dancing in the net

Called the dance floor