You dance at the discotheque That's why you look such a wreck Your face is pale you look drawn Your clothes are dirty and torn You've got that look in your eyes that says You're half alive and you're lost inside Meanwhile you're back in your cage Ego'd out on the stage Where the unconsciousness rules
You've got yourself in a bind You don't know how to unwind Your senses unsatisfied Take you along on a ride You've got a way and a stance that says You'll dance the pants off of everyone Then you go back on the floor You got to get through the door Where the unconsciousness rules.
You've lost a screw in your head It shows the way you're led Blind leading the blind Nothing can stand in your way You're living day after day Where the unconsciousness rules.
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