Texty: AFI. Sing The Sorrow. Dancing Through Sunday.

Will you join me in this dance of misery, cradled in impossibility?
Swooning, I am swept away, swept of my feet.
With step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed
And we dance in misery, all lost in the arms of our misery.
Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept into shadows.
Will you lend yourself to beauty that will horrify?
Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes.
Deafened, caught within a cry so sensual.
As step-by-step I separate, while breath-by-breath I suffocate.
So who will follow?
Who is the lead?
I know I'll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance.
We all dance.
We all have no chance in this horrid romance