what a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine
with the fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene

everyone's infected

If I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around but lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found.

is it progression if a cannibal uses a fork?

won't you think I'm pretty when I'm standing top the bright lit city?
I'll take your hand and pick you up and keep you there so you can see it
as long as you're alive and care I promise I will take you there
so here I am, it's in my hands and I'll savor every moment of this

off with his head!