(Verse 1) Beneath the clock that counts no time, Where roots drink deep from graves of slime, A figure stirs in wedding lace — With hollow eyes and missing face. She twirls on feet of splintered bone, No flesh, no skin, just an eerie moan — Rusted rings and hair like wire, Lips that whisper a deathly desire (Chorus) Dance, my love, in blood and thread, Where the ceiling drips with red. Spin until your eyes fall out, Twirl and scream and twist about. The floor is teeth, the walls are skin, And the music? That’s the sound within. Dance, my dear, don’t ask to leave — Your already dead don't be naive. (Verse 2) Her groom awaits cold in the velvet chair, With jaw unhinged and worms in hair. He claps with hands of crumbling clay, And says: "You look… delicious… today." The candles weep in pools of wax, As the flames refect in the metal axe. They dance behind you, close and near — But you don’t turn. You never hear. (Chorus) Dance, my love, in blood and thread, Where the ceiling drips with red. Spin until your eyes fall out, Twirl and scream and twist about. The floor is teeth, the walls are skin, And the music? That’s the sound within. Dance, my dear, don’t ask to leave — Your already dead don't be naive. (Bridge – Whispered, slow) The mirror knows your truest name. The floorboards chant it all the same. You danced here once, a hundred years — Still spinning through your final tears. (Final Chorus – Slow, dragging, broken) Dance… my… love… in… blood… and… thread… Where… the… ceiling… drips… with… red… Spin… until… your… eyes… are… gone… No… more… breath… no… more… dawn… The floor is full, the bed is wide… Come… lie… down… here… inside… (Outro – Faint, fading) Hushhhhhhhh… The music never stops. It only… changes…
