Dancing Dead

Lyrics

DANCING DEAD Dark Pop • Dark Glam Pop Rock • Gothic Club Anthem [Intro — whispered / distorted] Lights out... Doors locked... Pretty little monsters on the dance floor. You wanted a nightmare? Come dance with me. [Verse 1] Black lipstick, blood-red eyes, Devil underneath designer lies, Leather tight, heartbeat cold, Young enough to sin, too damn old to fold. He comes closer, wicked grin, I know exactly where this ends, Hands like trouble, mouth like sin, One dirty kiss and the night begins. [Pre-Chorus] We don't pray, we don't confess, We look our demons in the dress, Kill the lights, expose the scars— Tonight we're beautiful monsters. [Chorus] We're the DANCING DEAD, Dirty little nightmares in the bed— No, don't stop, don't save me now, Put your hands where the darkness allows. We're the DANCING DEAD, Black hearts underneath the glitter red, Kiss me like you want me gone, Dance on my grave until the morning comes. Dead! Dead! We're the ones you can't forget. Dead! Dead! Pretty boys with no regrets. [Verse 2] Your ex is calling—let him cry, We're too busy watching angels die, Champagne poison on your tongue, You taste like every bad decision I've become. Mirror cracked, mascara runs, We're having way too much fun, Everybody's dressed to kill, But we're the ones who actually will. [Pre-Chorus] No halo, no innocence, We turned our sins into confidence, They wanted saints—we gave them hell, Now watch us make the darkness sell. [Chorus] We're the DANCING DEAD, Dirty little nightmares in the bed— No, don't stop, don't save me now, Put your hands where the darkness allows. We're the DANCING DEAD, Black hearts underneath the glitter red, Kiss me like you want me gone, Dance on my grave until the morning comes. Dead! Dead! We're the ones you can't forget. Dead! Dead! Pretty boys with no regrets. [Post-Chorus — club chant] Left! Right! Kill the light! Left! Right! Own the night! Bite your lip— Break the rules. Pretty faces— Beautiful fools. [Verse 3 — vicious] You called me broken— Now I'm dangerous. Called me filthy— Now you're watching us. You wanted shame, I made it fashion. You wanted fear, I made it passion. Every scar is dripping gold, Every secret's getting sold, If loving me is such a crime— Baby, get in line. [Bridge — haunting] Don't tell me I'm too much... I learned that from you. Don't tell me I'm twisted... You made me this cruel. I buried the boy You thought you could control. Now there's nothing left But a beautiful soul— —WITH A BLACK HEART. [Breakdown] DANCE! Until the floor cracks. DANCE! Never look back. DANCE! Let the dead come alive. DANCE! Tonight we survive. [Final Chorus — explosive] We're the DANCING DEAD, Fangs out, glitter dripping red, No salvation, no regrets, We're the fantasy you can't possess. We're the DANCING DEAD, Pretty boys with poison in their heads, Kiss me hard beneath the strobe, Then watch me turn your heart to stone. We're the DANCING DEAD, Crown of thorns around my head, You can bury me six feet down— I'll crawl back up and own this town. [Outro — whispered] Dead... Dead... Dancing dead... You can't kill what you created. Now turn the music up. And dance.