Poisonous heart that got a shot of a dart
That filled with blood runneth over to the stale bisque communion bread that I digest before I fall apart. Mysterious melody that plays by ear, and shimmer by dark hair. It's manipulated in the air chopped up a bit. It explodes in a fit of rage, and makes me burst into a dance to heal my pain. And becomes the thing to save my poisonous heart from being inflicted by the pain. After the rain storm as once before; the mirror reflects the hollow sappy fool....I fell in love again. I put on my halo crown and danced around again.
And profess music is on again. On and on.
The beat will continue..... as I dance to my rythym of my poisonous heart. A shot in the heart by a dart. As I'm dancing in the dark.