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Dancing days are here

i can't stop stumbling through life
like it's the scenery fucking everything up
the colors are changing and i can see the future
slowly unfolding its wings
i step out and breathe
i step out and close my eyes
take a drink and jump

this is my nightmare
this is reality and it's not worth much
all my senses awake
with the scent of you and everything you bring to the table
my steps are lightened
and my hands are stained from the ugly truth
blood red from my innocence

living gets you down
but death
even in your sleep
is just failure
and giving up is all too hard to do
so i stumble through my life
waiting for the giver, taker, maker
to set me free
and do my dirty work