I wrote a song just for you, it sounds quite a bit like this one This ain’t the one, but it’ll do blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda I wrote a hook for you all, it’s comin up in 2 more measures It ain’t that great, but I don’t care, I’ve still got something to say
(Chorus) Dance Get your feet off the floor, whoa Dance Shove that fucker to the ground, and get down Dance Throw your fists in the air, whoa Dance Toss that fucker back inside, and get down
With damaged bodies in mind, I wrote a song about self-creation If you think it hurts, well good for you, pain keeps emotion in check I use this song like a tool, freedom in violent catharsis Feel what my words will do to you, bleeding is self-expression
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(Post-chorus) My body is a temple of anger, my body wants to start some wars My body is broken not beaten, my body comes back for more My body is a temple of anger, my body wants to start some wars My body is broken not beaten, my body comes back for more