Testo Put On Your Dancing Shoes - Knives Exchanging Hands

Put On Your Dancing Shoes

Lately I’ve been reading the past life of a dead man.
Differs ever slightly than what I’m used to.
Everything was taken. Still I will not break in two. Without friends,
without love, I’ve suffered all in all. Now is the time to discover something
more.
I will stand strong reborn in the flames.
Lying in bed shivering from the withdrawal of your kiss. Your faded memories.
Imprints on my psyche. The me I used to be.
I will not revert my will.
(I) will not be challenged. This is not time.
You’ve tried your best. I stand unaffected. Though you bleed me, I will not cry.
My life. My death.
My blood. My victory.