Through every vein is false elixir,
the bitter liquid pinning these hands
I am thirsty of freedom!
I can't breathe, my heart sings
a sickening ballade,
I want to dance but my feet wont
for the corrosive keeps them numb.
Inside the ballroom I stand,
alone though waves of faces stare.
I yearn for a cup of you,
the very drop I lust for.
For you continue to search as I do,
Purify the petrifying potion
I will dance with you forever
and my heart will sing praise,
while your drops of wine continue
to fill my vessel.
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