Disco Incognito.
Interesting concept this one.
It’s time to throw your hands in the air and dance like you just don’t care.
Waltz don’t walk. Run with scissors. Don’t sit on the fence.
Step out of the shadows and onto the cracks in the pavement.
Be the you even you wouldn’t recognise.
Zig, while everyone else zags, slip the shackles of the mundane.
Else, we become the machine.
It’s time to throw your hands in the air and dance like you just don’t care.
Waltz don’t walk. Run with scissors. Don’t sit on the fence.
Step out of the shadows and onto the cracks in the pavement.
Be the you even you wouldn’t recognise.
Zig, while everyone else zags, slip the shackles of the mundane.
Else, we become the machine.