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 dissapearErratic movements obscure the downtown Blackened souls propagate the clampdown Moderne life is a bittersweet trip A constant treat and treat and treatDancing, 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 madnessAn object of nostalgic veneration Perfect for my current situation I love irony, I mean Logic and rhetoric are made by nationsDancing, 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
