After a wake of spite on a dark street
I feel and wait for the nervous heartbeat
The cold and the rain are severe around here
Pleasure and pain presents to dissapear
Erratic movements obscure the downtown
Blackened souls propagate the clampdown
Moderne life is a bittersweet trip
A constant treat and treat and treat
Dancing, dancing to madness
Dancing and make up the sadness
Dancing, dancing to madness
Wake up and make up the sadness
Dancing, dancing to madness
Dancing and make up the sadness
Dancing, dancing to madness
An object of nostalgic veneration
Perfect for my current situation
I love irony, I mean
Logic and rhetoric are made by nations
Dancing, dancing to madness
Dancing and make up the sadness
Dancing, dancing to madness
Dancing, dancing to madness
Dancing and make up the sadness
Dancing, dancing to madness
Wake up and make up the sadness now
Make up the sadness now
