The Dance
(Indisponível)
Static screams in shattered winds
Scattered pain and rage, within
Fall hard lost soul out of time
Trapped in a storm inside
Leaping to his feet in darkness so profane
Dancing to a beat his demons celebrate
Spinning round, spinning round.... and round
Light the sky with aching thoughts
The storms pass quickly by
This all he knows dark clouds lost in his mind
Lonely is the path he walks on every night
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