Dance,
Dance your life away.
Those who danced,
We're thought to be insane.
They'll lock you up
they'll strap you in,
To only see four walls a day.
Thoughts are vague,
Oh these thoughts are vague!
Words are mutiny,
To the proper face.
Mad,
I have gone mad: Yes!
Like turning tables,
And criticism is like playing
musical chairs in my head.
When she kisses death,
Oh she kisses death!
Pluck out an eyelash and make a wish,
Because I am the bleeding scab
that you constantly pick.
A view of terror,
What a beautiful sight.
We are all dancing,
Dancing until we die.