In a posture of iced tension
Among limiting idealisation
Wriggling free in glory
And slime
But never mind the judge
With an inflatable hammer
And big googly eyes
That booming voice
Doesn't have a choice
Long ago the light went out
They only hear an echo
Invisible you uproot
Take your dancing shoes
And move with grace and aptitude
Maybe find your way over by here
Nothing to fear
Unless you wear a tear
For fashion
I'll wipe it away for the sake of passion
Regardless
Motivation in the glass
Is celebration until the last
Then come and join my peace