Vertigo hits. Tonight we dance.
What dance has brought us
to a disfigured ballroom
where we march in fine rows
and our heels, our heels touch the ground.

Beauty forsaken. Our [bad word] from desire for solace.
Tonight we cry. [bad word] in the falling walls.

Scars in the face of fear.
Scars on our hearts.

No use screaming when all that hear are deaf ears.
No use screaming when all that hear are deaf ears.
Beauty forsaken. Our [bad word] from desire for solace.
Tonight we cry. [bad word] in the falling walls

Beauty forsaken. Our [bad word] from desire for solace.
Tonight we cry. [bad word] in the falling walls