Weary dreams of unknown places,
nightmares with familiar faces,
a chill down my spine with a scent on the wind,
and I can tell the cycle begins.
Though I prayed to god for it's early arrival
so that I may be prepared
I wasn't sure of my own survival
And I must admit that I am scared
For I am beyond reason digging up this grave
and death of the season would only prove I was insane!
Again I say!
Again I say!
Again I say!
Again! Again! Again!
No matter the pain
No matter the strain
I know not the reason why I dance
I only know I dance because I must!
Forever in the hypnotic trance
Until I turn to dust
