Vicious Dance

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

I must dance, there’s no time, no space to waste

I can’t stop, I won’t stop until the day I’m great

Until the turns are rounder and the lines are straight

Perfection is reached, the frail body erased

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Until sweat drips down and exhaustion gains weight

And the body becomes numb, injuries unfaced

I can’t stop, I won’t stop until the day I’m great

Until I reach the impossible, prodigious fate

A mortal body expecting the divine to be showcased

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Until I feed the dance, and the dance feeds me, I wait

For the spark to ignite and make haste

I can’t stop, I won’t stop until the day I’m great

Until the fire consumes me and I consume it

Ashes from the spark my soul once blazed

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

I can’t stop, I won’t stop until the day I’m great