Numbers to Spell With An aetes

Burning through your ears;  you'll find it in my atmospheres
A way to dance around, riding the Sound from underground
Filling underdeveloped syringes by ripping your doors off their hinges
Scream for the love of the fire or the ecstasy you so sweetly perspire
Clinch at the sound or the name when you call it drowning in the day-old rain
Load an anecdote for the times; prepare as falls spiral in from behind
It bites your lips from the core, a striking hunger and feel no more
Don't forget to grab the frame to keep from blacking out again
That pain that you can't get enough of, is it lust. Or is it love.