Defective ardor
VolteraAre you accustomed, to virtual decay?
I am a worthless a weapon a woe,
On the underside of this ecto-embryo.
Rather see it go up in flames
I can't afford my life,
Get out, get out
I'm dancing on fire.
Can't abide my conscience
Can't abide my heart,
Get out, get out
I'm dancing in flames.
It's just the begging the burning the brine,
The dark duress, of this macabre design.
It can be tested, and taken away,
Ten thousand times my conscience repays.
Long to see it go up in flames
I can't afford my life,
Get out, get out
I'm dancing on fire.
Can't abide my conscience
Can't abide my heart,
Get out, get out
I'm dancing in flames.
Now I am waiting and watching the world,
Forsaken favorites, I fold and furl.
Can you create me remake me anew,
Vanquish the treason and tether the true.
Rather see it go up in flames
I can't afford my life,
Get out, get out
I'm dancing on fire.
Can't abide my conscience
Can't abide my heart,
Get out, get out
I'm dancing in flames.