maniac dance floor wizards,

stealing styles to the young,

wishing wasted moments,

names not forgotten purposely,

a tribulations of incorrect gestures,

movements distorted,

I hum the last bars,

you hate that I know them,

I love that it hurts,

take the number,

pass it down,

open the sanctum,

let it be found,

you sing like an angel,

and look like a whore,

when promised your worship,

you close the door,

a moment of sin,

an eternity on your floor,

give me a signal,

and I cut down the walls,

I’ll save you from nothing,

I’ll tell you my lies,

you’ll see me for something,

while here dies I lie…