Filing dead blanks

Hands all over
Its time to take control of the city
Its time to make a move
Before you lose the groove
You gotta have that girl
But it's a dead end street
It's not something you get born with
You get dumber on the way
By filing dead blanks

The bitter side of it all
Is somehow obliterated
When the dance starts shaking
People instantly
But in your case, my friend
There's no way outta here
This dark room we live in
Is serving a greater cause
By letting us sleep

Its so sad when I see you smile
It makes it all worthwhile
But the feeling is bad at all
And when I see you laughing I can see from far
The reason that we are
Different from the others