Fear Cult Drop Dead
With midnight hair of the bluest black
Shimmering like a raven's back
A quaint cliche with a pretty face
A angel born to fall from grace
Drop dead on the dance floor
Drop dead
Now stumbling through the modern gloom
So alone in a crowded room
Found comfort in the chemicals
That reap the lives and steal the souls
Drop dead on the dance floor
Drop dead
All innocence is lost tonight
Beneath the heat and flashing lights
Innocence is lost tonight
On crystal meth and China White
Drop dead on the dance floor
Drop dead
