DEAD CAN DANCE

In broken rags

Ha!
They turned on the lights
Your end is coming
if you don’t start moving

Rhythm is twisted in their eyes and
their flesh is blue
their claws are coming to you

Don’t stop moving sucker!
Someone is watching your shadows
Shadows of the living

You must do better or otherwise
while you stand static
they laugh at you
macabre selection

This is the true reflection of your lives
This is the way in which man cheats and lies
In this floorshow, in this disco
In this nightmare, no
there’s no way out
In this floorshow
Don’t stop moving

You’ll see most other projections
swollen eyes
sweating their lives
wearing masks and disguised

and when your skin starts peeling off
your flesh will bleed down to the floor
you’ll get a step closer to their dance
but how much can you really stand?

They Dance
And their flesh is pale
They Dance
and their bones are crumbling
They Dance
rotten axons
They Dance
no feet to stand up
They Dance

Pills and distorted drums
an ashes dance floor
you’re getting closer
closer

This black & white music with TV’s as heads
the flashing images try to blind your brains

Out of the platform
where the light can’t reach them
some hide
What will be of their lives?
unaware of the rest
a poor and short existence

They Dance
Rotten axons
They Dance
No Feet to stand up
They Dance

World of the living
And harvest of depraved souls

Someone is watching
Are they looking after you?
Are they really noticing you?

World of the living
And harvest of depraved souls

Someone is watching
Are they looking after you?
Are they really noticing you?

Just how much can you stand
This reality


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