Feeling the music, going through the moves
Smiling at the demons while dancing for the wolves
Dancer on the stage, longing to be-
Mirages of hope – dreams of prosperity

Sounds of their voice
Stench of their breath
She’s movin to the music
Groovin to the death

Lose yourself in melody, trying to escape
They look into your eyes, but your soul…they do rape
Smile painted on your face while tears fall inside
Stripping off your clothing while emotions long to hide

Circles of a game going round and round
Praying for the freedom of that hated dungeon sound
Longing for that day to never dance again
Sanity awaits you – when freed from wicked man