Explication
Dancing, loving, in a room of knives.Hanging here on the edge.
We bleed but we don’t care.
Is there a better life then this?
Probably
Is there life more then this?
Possibly
But we don’t care
In dark rooms lit by distant torches
We dance, you and I
We pace around each other
Each move carefully positioned and measured
With our anticipation the tempo builds
But we dance anyway
Just like two figurines on a knife-blade
From the sky they fall
Smashing to pieces on the ground around us
We dance on weary, bleeding, eyes locked
We don’t care, we enjoy the contest
You spin, your angelic face flashes
The wicked grin of the succubus
I bow, my mask clatters to the ground
Exposing the metal within
Yet still we dance
Closer and closer we come to each other
The knives drink the blood as the moon watches patiently
Envying us as we step
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Those songs rock!
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