Story Behind The Song

This song was written about my Queen of the Damned who left me for dead. Enough said.

Song Description

Produced by The Artisans Beats, this song will make you dance till you're dead!

Lyrics

My brain is scattered. My soul is tattered.
To go with a heart that you broke and shattered.
People in my face like "What's the matter?"
I'm stuck in a hole. No rope or ladder.
I'm livin' on a place they call anxiety street.
And I can't get away because I'm draggin' my feet.
Being dressed to depress makes it hard to compete
when you dancin' on my heart to the sound of the beat, like,
Uh, oh! This schitzo bitch is throwin' a fit!
You better p-put up your dukes or you'll get hit with a fist!
I'm doin' anything I can to make her stumble and miss.
Tryin' to make it out the door without a cut on my lips.
But she's brainwashed. She could look me dead in the eyes
and tell me anything she wanted, man. It's nothin' but lies.
I need a priest cause I'm gonna need an "ex"-ercise
cause I'm runnin' from my demons and my legs are fried.
I CAN'T SURVIVE! I knew I would fully regret
the very second that I told her I would love her to death.
Now she sittin' on my chest with her hands on my neck.
Tryin' to squeeze til I seize and breathe my last breath.
There's a tunnel ahead, with a light at the end.
But I'm tryin' to get away so now I'm runnin' again.
But my skin turned black and my eyes turned red.
Diagnosed as a ghost so I dance with the dead!
DANCE WITH THE DEAD!
SO NOW I DANCE WITH THE DEAD.
DANCE WITH THE DEAD!
SO NOW I DANCE WITH THE DEAD.
Wake up in a cold sweat.
Shakin' off a couple loose teeth and a broke neck.
Maybe you would try to look back but you won't yet.
Gonna feel dumb when I come with the poke check.
I hope that, one day you come and visit at the cemetery.
Dressed in your best with a heart like February.
Cold in your soul. Can you please remember me,
lost in the dark when you make new memories.
Spit on my grave. Cross out my name.
Do anything to wash it away.
Take pleasure as I rot in the clay.
Tread light when you walkin' away.
Better drop to your knees and pray,
that I don't come back. That I don't break ground.
Comin' at you with an army of the dead right now.
When the moon shine bright in the middle of the night,
Better hope that you don't make a sound right now.
Cause I'm hot on the trail of a white female
that took apart my heart with her fingernails.
Yeah she left me dead and she left me pale
then I grabbed that fuckin' bitch by the ponytail. Like,
Uh, oh! This fuckin' bitch is callin' it quits!
After all the fuckin' years of never givin' me shit!
Now she havin' second thoughts because reality hit.
Shoulda thought about that before you
sat on his dick, you fuckin' bitch!
I'm gonna look you dead in the eyes
until you see the REAL ME after the lies and lies.
When you see the real me, you gonna realize
that my heart stopped beatin' and I'm dead inside!
IT'S NO SURPRISE! You would fuckin' fall on your face
after leavin' me dead. I'm gonna give you a taste
of that cold black medicine. Same old regimen.
Fallin' in a moment that you wanted to waste.
There's a tunnel ahead, with a light at the end.
But you'll never get away cause I'm inside of your head.
When your skin turns black and your eyes turn red,
feel the smoke in your throat when you
DANCE WITH THE DEAD!
DANCE WITH THE DEAD!
SO NOW I DANCE WITH THE DEAD.
DANCE WITH THE DEAD!
SO NOW I DANCE WITH THE DEAD.