1. Dance of Death

We are the plugged-in backing band,

In basement blocks we make them stand

For hours on end for hours on end,

Until their inner senses bend.

We strobe them up, half-life, half-lit,

Thump and twist them in the mosh pit spit,

We crank to turn their point of view,

Drum into them our way is true.

We’re thick and careless with our rhythms,

Our beatings scorch with flash-prod prisms,

Sparks repeat repeat incisions,

Electric sticks dunk in their skins.

They are our captive audience,

They are our captive audience,

Watch them judder, watch them prance,

We wish we could show you them dance,

But we must hide this evidence

For we must hide, it’s evidence

So we must hide

2. Shen Yun

They dance the seamlessness of time

In haute couture of Heaven, sublime

They reach our hearts, compassion flows,

They touch tranced souls and knowledge grows

They roam vast realms that humans guess,

Call nothingness or emptiness

They still the world, one point on stage

Spin through the present, the ancient age

They dance the seamlessness of time

In haute couture of Heaven, sublime.

N O T E S

https://www.the-sun.com/news/3330474/chinas-largest-prison-inmates-brainwashed-tortured-electrocuted/
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