Dance.
Dance.
That's enough.
A modern concussion
The room is on fire
You're an upsetting moment of the modern day cain with impeccable style
So now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven by the vigor and the company you keep
And then you conjure up a fiction
To get the pretty girl to listen
This is
The sin
That I will confess to release myself
For consequence
And everyone can tell
The moral ejections
To something so profane
Oh but the deepest of convictions are the darkest positions in the remissions for the lower coast veins
So now you've done a little wrong and you swear you didn't do it but at least you left your burden with a curse
And you conjure up a fiction
To get the pretty girl to listen
This is
The sin
That I will confess to release myself
From consequence
And everyone can tell
This is
The sin
That I will confess to release myself
From consequence
And everyone can tell
This is
The sin
That I will confess to release myself
From consequence
And everyone can tell
And everyone can tell
And everyone can tell