Lyrics Turbulence Violence - Tarsius

See the dead man dance
Upon the hill
Blood boiling in slow motion
Don't be afraid

His lust for life and will to fight
Was something he developed post mortem
Sometimes a will is all it takes
For the mind to conquer matter

This is not a dream
Stop pinching my hand
The corpse in front of you is dancing

It's the way he moves
The way he grooves
Some kind of voodoo
You just can't look away

With seven pieces of silver
He bribed the undertaker
Somehow he made it through the floor

This is not a dream
Stop pinching my hand
The corpse in front of you is dancing

It's the way he moves
The way he grooves
Some kind of voodoo
You just can't look away

It's a sight to behold
Him fulfilling his ego
Barely breathing
Barely human anymore
Raving eyes horrifying snares
Not holding back not giving an inch

Living the dream and
Dreaming the living

See the dead man dance
Eyes burning in blue
For the very first time
See the dead man dance

His eyes
Are no more
Burning