When I see her dancing
I feel nothing
Old ladies and sticks
Beat my brow.
How many times
Will I have to see a shiver
To know it's not enough?
How many times
Will I have to see them shy
To realise I want to shrivel
While this thing
Is in me?

Don't dance, but feel something
Because I am poisoned
And feel nothing
Anymore.
Can't you sing?
Can't...
Can't...
Can't you dance?
Then why,
Why should I care,
For the nothing
In you and me
That I love
More than
That tight dress you're wearing?

Why is spread thinly
On my ****-yourself brow.
Just take me,

I never knew anything else.