I've for some time, watched as from under the rubble you climbed

That look in your apocalyptic eye

So beautiful, vague and sublime

And how your feet just seem to glide

I admire how you can just drop it all and dance round

I'd be ashamed of my bellyaching and crying

They have nothing still survive and will forever

How many times can they knock us from our

Feet while we're dancing

How many times can they knock us from our

Feet while we're dancing

You can entertain any time

Your disaster's really questioning mine

Getting lost in fractal dancing

We will rise from the, from the dead, we rise

And dance on our own graves

We will rise from the, from the dead, we rise

The end is forever coming

The reign...