Paroxysmal Dance

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