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…