Allegedly Dancefloor Tragedy

I have witness my hearts addiction

Given gun to bear on child

And my Jesus calls for reparation

I have lived that firstborn failed

When the kiss tastes less than it is

Where once the heartfelt becomes:

"Why this burden?, why this trial?"

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

I have tasted that wretched end to gifts

At once so sweet and innocent

They grow to a ripe age for bloody, tragic sacrifice

They grow to an age where the lover forgets delights

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

I have failed in a fullest measure

Followed that myself of souls

Followed to the bitter end, through veils and untruths

And over you roughshod

Over you, roughshod

I have witnessed my hearts addiction

Given gun to bear on child

And my Jesus calls for reparation

I have lived that firstborn failed

When the kiss tastes less than it is

Where once the heartfelt becomes:

"Why this burden?, why this trial?"

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy

For you and me...

Some kind of tragedy...