The Three Dances
The dance of ignorance
The dance of unrest
The dance of death
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(Verse 1)
She sits all alone
In her bed, on the phone
Dial tone makes it known
She's got no hope escaping her shell
No one to talk to
Sad eyes to look through and
The feeling that she's in Hell
Still, she smiles and laughs
Unwilling to allow anyone
To pity her pain
She's in fear, but headstrong
Even though life's all wrong
And some may think that she is going insane
(Pre-Chorus)
Not everything happens for a reason
God doesn't always have a plan
If he did and this was it
I'd crucify that man
(Chorus)
This is not a nightmare
This is not a test
This is just the first dance
Of ignorance
Later on I'll show you the rest
Hold all criticism and
If you can't wait
Stab the words that whet your lips
Until your thoughts deflate
(Verse 2)
Call it what you wish to
Brave, selfish, or true
I know all the things you don't
And you don't have a clue
Your superficiality is starting to wear thin
Exposing insecurity beneath your threadbare skin
A man stands at the sink
With pills in his hand
Dreaming of beaches
Sunshine and sand
And there she is waiting for him on the dock
Hand to his mouth
More statistics to mock
(Pre-Chorus)
I'd rip the eyes of the Holy man
If it would blind him any further than
Before he first saw my hand
(Chorus)
This is not a nightmare
This is not a test
This is just the second dance
Of unrest
Later on I'll show you the rest
Hold all criticism and
If you can't wait
Stab the words that whet your lips
Until your thoughts deflate
(Bridge)
You wear your heart on your sleeve
Mine stays in my chest
Let's take a couple knives
Risk both of our lives and
Then see whose heart beats best
(Chorus)
This is not a nightmare
This is not a test
These are just the three dances
Of ignorance, unrest, and death
Later on I'll show you the rest
Hold all criticism and
If you can't wait
Stab the words that whet your lips
Until your thoughts deflate
© Joshua Lyons 2020