I got two pale hands up against the window pane

I'm shaking with the heat of my need again. It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain, there's nothing I can do to reverse the gain. I'm looking down to the street below, there's nothing in the way they move to show they too know what I knew. They too hunger for the beast below. Listening to the radio I feel so out of place. There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase. I know you can tell just by looking at my face, a word about my weakness, I'm totally addicted to bass.


Sorry for the randomness there people.