Going To The Center-Warhead

the black door of a big neglected building they call it papermill, we call it excess i step inside, cold light shines from a lantern outside, i feel depressed i know this way well, so i walk down to the basement to meet "me", friend the rave-party starts right now i ask for pills, enjoy that thrill going, going to, yo going to the center let me arrive going to the center splitting my life the first song they play, my heart beats fast i feel the tension, escape from within the bassdrum's hammering in my head the dancefloor quakes, it makes me awake the entrance to a better world somewhere in me calls for me, some kind of error i dance a thousand years or more i'm lost in a vision, a lovely terror going, going to, yo going to the center let me arrive going to the center splitting my life a few hours passed by, i'm still dancing it keeps me moving on, the beat and the sound i find myself on the floor as i dance some more it got me down going, going to, yo going to the center let me arrive...