When the world is falling apart. We put it back together. On the dancefloor. At the rave. At the disco. The underground is unaffected by hatred, envy, greed, vanity and lust. Well, maybe a little lust. Hot bodies under the influence of love. Bounded together by rhythm. Pulsating and vibrating. Liberated under lights that invite the hypersensitive connectivity. Not robotic, but organic. Romantic, tantric, skin on skin, pupils dilated from the natural high. When the world is falling apart. 
When the world has fallen apart, disturbed and destroyed by the never-ending selfish pursuit of a high once experienced, we put it back together in a secret location where the music resurrects the often forgotten. We are the bricks of revolution. We don't worship the DJ, we pay homage to what that soul Controller brings ro the table. 

It made us open and naked. Exposed to the once shackled up, and held captive by the vocation and instruction of the world. This equation is divine. Elevated to a sublime, euphoric transmission. Yes! I put it back together, when the world falls apart.