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 know... 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.
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This quote was added November 29, 2007.