step out of the dancehall
how many world got so small

and the veins begin to rust
in a space betrayed of trust

we don't trust you anymore

we believed your words, but now we see
you just don't mean, a thing to me
your power reign, was sick and wrong
your time is gone, your time is GONE
and we don't need ruin and lies
your touch is death, your heart despised
your time of reign in dark begun
your time to change is at an end

wake up in the dancehall
look around, is that all?

sweet dreams of a dying way
are these dreams of a dying day?

bow bow erupt and matter

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