Paroxysmal Dance - Serpent Of Gnosis

As I drink from the infinite well of inebriation

I find myself admiring the others convulsing in a paroxysmal dance

Observing their swaying waltz in an endless, sweltering rhythm

Defected equilibrium’s turn to powerless bodies that are frigid and dull

I can only tap into a diminishing fraction of my own capabilities

Even the resonation of my voice appears to be altered now

A slurred articulation is replaced by the paroxysmal dance

A slurred articulation is replaced by the paroxysmal dance