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It’s Tuesday night, my dear. You know what that means.
Tonight all the freaks come out to play.
Fishnet and lipstick,
Don’t forget your glowsticks!
Will you wear your tall black boots for me?

Hollow bodies taken over by the spirit of the music.
Dancers dressed in black leather and lace.
Wolfsheim runs through your  veins,
echoing the beat through the movement of your body.
You can’t stop it.
The music is too loud.
The energy is too great.

Come one, join the party on the floor.
Once in a lifetime, until next week.
This is your chance to be a god among the dead.
Dance, dance my lovely.
Let yourself get lost in my spell.
You know who I am,
I’m your god tonight.


I am the DJ.