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 herePleasure and pain presents to dissapear

Erratic movements obscure the downtown

Blackened souls propagate the clampdown

Moderne life is a bittersweet trip

A constant treat and treat and treat

Dancing, 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 madness

An object of nostalgic veneration

Perfect for my current situation

I love irony, I mean

Logic and rhetoric are made by nations

Dancing, 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