Slave to the rhythm/system

I've got a few pages of notes for a song. Provisionally titled 'Come Down', its an attack on the blind mystical optimism of rave culture. Here's a few notes to illustrate:

last night a dj saved the world
out of your head or out of your mind
buying in and selling out
living in a trance
the future is in your working hands, not your swimming head

The chorus looks like this:

As long as the music's loud enough
As long as the drugs are strong enough
You can stay lost in sound
You might never come down

Obviously a lot of work still to be done, but the core is there.