Literature
PLUR Emotion
The Soul is made of music,
in the darkness of the night.
The bass consumes your feelings,
and treble consumes your sight.
When you hear the gaian song,
you are neither born nor dead.
In life, each hears their own song,
and seeks unity instead.
Peace tries to end our fighting;
Love brings our hearts together;
Unity melts differences;
Respect for every brother.
House manipulates our body;
Trance was created for mind;
Hard core plays with the spirit;
All others come from these kinds.
They program us to their ways,
yet freedom is ours to save.
Break free of these shackles, friend,
for tonight is OURS to rave.