The Dancer

I Kissed her in the lips
And it tasted like cigarettes and wine mixed together
That trendy flavor needs no reason
But I'm always searching for a meaning
Cause' I'm the son of a catholic man
That's how I lost my faith, by the way

So I see in her eyes the same shade of fading
And I always get the same answer from everything:

Punk is dead, and I don't want to be part of that trap once again

Cause' I prefer to bleed, not to believe
If we're gonna' be betrayed, one more time

I'll Dance

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Emptiness is the new creed
How much would you pay for true beliefs
If being alone is the modern fear
Know I can change, I can make you feel

Open your hand and show me the seeds of hate
But let me kiss your fingers first
Feed the wolves, boil the blood in their veins
Cause' they bark and so we dance