Dead on the Dance Floor - Dååth

feeling cold

feeling dead inside

if I was a hypocrite

I’d find

if I was to follow this straight line

I’d fall down with hypocrites

I’d die

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…

hatred

spreads over me

plants seeds in my brain

molests visions and laughs

inside me berserk

my thoughts find no rest

(I'll never)

press on

and my hell rages

(on forever)

joined together

(master and servant)

joined together

(master and servant)

joined together

(master and servant)

for lack of logic renders

(the sides the same)

dead on the dance floor

spastic gyration

dead on the dance floor

no one will miss you

dead on the dance floor

rhythmic robotic pace

dead on the dance floor

you shake your ass but you’re already dead

(no one cares)

you shake your ass but you’re already dead

(no one cares)

you shake your ass but you’re already dead

(no one cares)

you shake your ass but you’re already dead

(no one cares)

you shake your

ass…

feeling cold

feeling dead inside

if I was a hypocrite

I’d find

if I was to follow this straight line

I’d fall down with hypocrites

I’d die

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride

grounded to

grounded to my pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…

pride…