I'm dancing like an idiot, but this old dance is really bliss to me
And when I make these movements, I explore a moving piece of history.
I'm not so relentless, but God I'm mad at the raging demon that I try to quell. Get back to Hell. I mean well, but I cannot follow through with my noble goal.
I'm a Dopamine Machine.
I'm bleeding like an astronaut whose flesh was just exposed to naked space
And when my brains come out my ears, my feet are still tap-dancing on your face.
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