Feeling the love, feeling the hate, feeling the pressure.
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Being dark and tough from the outside, screaming for help in the inside.
Feeling lost with my emotions, leaving it behind trough my motions.
Harder and harder on the floor, stamping down my hate and anger I cannot moor.
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Being pushed because of pictures, hating the feeling that is this mixture.
Feeling lost in this pressure, in my times I am being measured.
Deeper and deeper on the floor, stamping down my hate of being insecure.
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In here we release the pressure from outside, to open the love from inside.
Feeling loved with my emotions, leaving it behind trough my motions.
Higher and higher on the floor, stamping down my love and meaning I love to moor.
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Here is my hate, my pressure, my love of being on the rave floor.
Féjtility