QUEENPSYCHOROCKET

Will you dance with me, my darling, my dear? Shall we tango through the broken glass, The metaphoric remains of all things past? Will you waltz with me back through time To see our history, so horrifically sublime? We'll pirouette over each rotting body And never be able to see our folly, For sometimes you must do the dead man's jive Just to feel that you are still alive. So come and dance with me my dear, my dear, And we'll swing on through each awful year.