Maniac

She's a maniac, maniac. The dance in the moonlight, down on the dirty streets. Tearing the heart apart into dozen of smithereens. She's like a part of this city, of the filthy, burnes to ashes pride. if u see her dance once, u could never forget it. it cuts into ur heart like a sleepsong that u hear with a gentle voice of ur long lost mother. You get into this madness and dance along, cutting your feet till they bleed. Don't stop.