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My Dance with Death
My dance with death
Is an odd masquerade
It lingers in silence
Portrays itself in chaos
I can hear the music
When no sound is being played
And if my heart skips a beat
The world acts as a carousel
My dance with death
Is a bloody tango
It shines its erie eyes
Half hidden in the light
I can feel my veins giving
Like strings on an ancient instrument
And if I stumble only a little
The shadows reach for my soul
My dance with death
Is a morbid circus act
It juggles the body parts
Leaving the heart to the lions.
