Paroles de Empty Process

After a wake of spite on a dark street I feel and wait for the nervous heartbeat The cold and the rain are severe around here Pleasure and pain presents to dissapear Erratic movements obscure the downtown Blackened souls propagate the clampdown Moderne life is a bittersweet trip A constant treat and treat and treat Dancing, dancing to madness Dancing and make up the sadness Dancing, dancing to madness Wake up and make up the sadness Dancing, dancing to madness Dancing and make up the sadness Dancing, dancing to madness An object of nostalgic veneration Perfect for my current situation I love irony, I mean Logic and rhetoric are made by nations Dancing, dancing to madness Dancing and make up the sadness Dancing, dancing to madness Dancing, dancing to madness Dancing and make up the sadness Dancing, dancing to madness Wake up and make up the sadness now Make up the sadness now