Dance

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Dancing in circles around the ring of fire

Tasting death's kiss along the high wire

I refuse to be a fool or mocked as a liar

So common Devil, you fell from the chior

I ain't your demon just your own nightmare

A ressurected deadman, begging for some air

Once lost to the flames but now a bright flare

I can laugh at the darkness, because of one's prayer

Chased by evil, tormented by the past

What can I do? But try to outlast...

Awake in tears screaming, breathing fast

I feel weak and fragile, like a piece of glass

I need your saving grace before I crack

Conceal these wounds burning on my back

Go ahead and try, you'll never retrace my tracks

So no matter what happens, I'll always attack

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