DANSE MACABRE

THE EVERLASTING END

There is a stage
And there is music
There are artists
That you detest
They die and cry
And fuck
On request

But
My baby wants only to dance...

They found us
Sitting over the stairs
Ate us alive
They stuck golden knives in our soft brains
So we could easily forget
Our lusts
Lovers that passed
And all the rest
Then they forced us to digest
All the Rests

But
My baby needs to dance
First...

There was a blood
And there are kids crying
There were guns
Screams
And protests
They used us up
Thrown over the fence

We're flying
Aeroplanes
Above this Everlasting End
That still smells
Like the Earth
We do must survive
Get down to defence

Yet
My baby dies
To dance...