Come on and dance with me
It’s easy if you try
Come on and dance with me
Follow my lead and glide
Slip in the mud
Racing through your blood
You’re as good as gone
Drifting away with eyes half-shut
Come on and dance with me
It’s easy if you try
Come on and dance with me
You’re stepping out of time
It’s a living Hell
Cold sweats, puke, and pain
Your skin goes blue
When you drink the blackened rain
Do you want to dance with me?
It’s easy if you try
Come on and dance with me
As we fall down from the sky
Oh, come on and dance with me
It’s easy if you try
Come on now, dance with me
And I’ll shiver down your spine
The warmth is gone
The rush is fleeting away
You’ve nodded off
For the last time
You’ve come here to dance with me
So give me your best try
You've tread upon my dancing shoes
It’s now your time to die
Come on and dance with me
It’s easy if you try
Now, tell me 'bout your dance with death
Was it worth the high?
Come on and dance with me--
Title obviously a play on Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death." Where Poe's piece was about plague and disease, this piece is such for drug use, namely ****** (hence "Brown Death," "Blackened rain" "mud," and other such references). Drug use and abuse is an epidemic here in the United States. It is a disease, it can almost be described as a plague. This is just a quick poem (song) about the true hazard of drug use. The high is not worth the side effects, the psychological and physiological addiction, the pain and suffering, and the effects on others the drug(s) cause.
(You know exactly what drugs we're talking about here.)