Chorea کے بول

At first the fingers start to twitch The blood is set in commotion The feet start to beat Strange tattoos on the street A warmth floods fast (they grow wild) The devil's dived Inside their minds Everyone's on fire Like mad dogs they slather Writhing and rabid Feverishly twisting A tragic display Wrestling tremors Imprisoned in prisms Together in silence They desperately pray Ferocious, voracious Infectious, afflictions Convulsions, contortions Devour their victims A descent into savagery Plummeting rapidly They tried in vain To shake this terrible hex With reckless abandon Belief was confounded By spiraling, spluttering, Quivering wrecks And we watched them dance Themselves to death And we watched them dance Themselves to death And we watched them dance Themselves to death And we watched them dance Themselves to death And we watched them dance Themselves to death And we watched them dance Themselves to death