Sit down, be the tormenter
Make all of us dance to songs cynical in tone
My devil may care

Dance to the starting gun
The sentiment carved in stone
Wish it away
What intimidates

So call me out
And insist this is a cold magisterial charade
A pornographic paid display
I'm glad to fake it
I'm glad to fake it for our sake

Hands feel no more
Thaw me out
Answer no more
Thaw me out
Our engine's thriving on ketamine and mogadon
Cut ear to ear
Cut ear to ear
Our engine's thriving on violence and bleeding tongues
Let's bite away
Let's bite our way out

So call me out
And insist this is a cold magisterial charade
A pornographic paid display
Well I tried to fake it
I tried to fake it for
I tried to fake it for your sake
Your new leaf's belated
Return the friendly fire

Foot to the floor
Count me out
I feel no more
Count me out
Head on the door
Count me out
God help me thaw
Count me out


Lyrics submitted by Elective Amnesia

ID Parade on Ice song meanings
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