feeling cold
feeling dead inside
if i was a hypocrite
i'd find
if i was to follow this straight line
i'd fall down with hypocrites
i'd die
grounded to
grounded to my pride

hatred
spreads over me
plants seeds in my brain
molests visions and laughs
inside me
berserk
my thoughts find no rest
i'll never
press on
and my hell rages
on forever
joined together
master and servant
joined together
for lack of logic renders
the sides the same

dead on the dance floor
spastic gyration
dead on the dance floor
no one will miss you
dead on the dance floor
rhythmic robotic pace
dead on the dance floor
you shake your a__ but you're already dead
no one cares

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
22
22.85
Mike Doughty Grey Ghost Lyrics
2 Skinnee J's Get in the Van Lyrics