Blind is the euphoria of the crowd Staring at themselves from inside And observing the succeeding paterns Of the world that spirals downwards I sense! Tangible phantasm It causes human pride to swell anew Come on! To touch, maybe catch Fever on senses stimulates animal brain And to those of you who scream that they know Keep roaming in your dance Singing of truth and hapiness Quelling the misty vision of end