The itch in my temples
The fear down my spine
My stomach dances up and down
Leaving Peace behind
A Dark Horse gallops through my brain
"There's a party in her soul!"
Death invites the God of War
His army makes my skin grow cold
I dance to keep them satisfied
To keep their swords at bay

My face is calm
My face is calm
Wild eyes grow wilder wilder
    eyes grow wilder
               Manic
Super-human confidence
Swaying back and forth
          side to side

Calm

Dance the dance of War
The Party never stops