Amphetamine

Expositions delight, I have it now, into the mirror I take a bow. My narcotic panic, for my inner wack cynic. A saber in my hand, ready for battles in the sand. And drop focus onto my heart, I just to began to start. Tweak on my freak on, constantly play like Tron. but I cannot respond, I'm going at her like James Bond. Am I at a show? Or just watching the traffic move slow? Don't matter! - I won't go! Not until this last rock does glow.