Dancing with Dead Corpses, Living as a Witch, Torn to Death

As the song changes the meaning,

I laugh out loud at the hypocrisy of it.

Left like a clown I’m left twirling around,

as idiotic as can be, when the real joke, was me.

Never understood, like a witch, I live to be.

In sight of the villagers, I dance alive in flames.

Dancing with my broom alone in sight with a crow flying by.

La Foule plays around in my mind, Edith Piaf singing in her grave.

How I missed, being ME.

Ba-dum Ba-Dum BA-DUM, I sing aloud

Padm Padam over takes my brain, Edith Piaf hollows her grave to dance

Her skeletal hand takes my hand in hers and the music quickens

Her jaw half broken continues singing, the dirt and grime overcoming her skull

Held to a stake the ropes chafe my wrists, holding fright in their eyes

Inside my eyes lie a swirl of colors they have yet to comprehend

Clawing their eyes they scream aloud, I continue my singing, Edith Piaf in sight

Dance shoes given through a grime, softly put on over me, taking cover through the thorns

Tap overhead drowning all noise, Edith is dancing and tapping Milord now overplaying

We laugh aloud, drunk on our own sobriety above the mess living through our lives

Softly now the music changes, Edith goes alone back to her grave

Nina Simone now takes her place, a scratchy hand caressing me

Ne me quitte de pas, somberly singing through her bones

Alas my mind goes wild, Francis Lemarque beings A Paris, dancing through my mind

Alone with ghosts haunting my mind, their corpses of bones overcoming my own

An old withered beauty, the eerily beauty of voices echoing through my skull

Outskirts of the town now drown my eyes, pitchforks and torches torturing minds

Flames overrunning around, flooding my lungs with the soot going through

As I curl alone, down on the ground, the night sky lights up and then

Edith, Nina, Francis, and Josephine come dancing through

They take my mind, my hand, and soul, pushing me to come dance too

Behind me lives a dying corpse, tis me, oh well, I’m dancing through

Non, je ne regrette rien blares through the wind, villagers shall burn and die

Fire catches wind and spreads, nature cruel through even too, dying together

A blessing through your death, death you called, death you’ll get