Tonight we’ll make heaven when everything else is burning.
Tonight we’ll find Eden in a wasteland of rubble heaps,
Smoldering ruins, splintered asphalt & railway tracks.
Tonight our paradise is underground, packed wall-to-wall,
Air charged with sweat & bass-filled electric speakers.
Tonight we defy that sense of death & streets luring us into
Nihilistic ruin. We’ll retreat later on to the rooftop, watching
Sunrise & her promise of a life beyond this that is unnamed.