This bare no relevance
To your dying decadence,
Some come and do the deadly dance
With the Devil that is me.

I am,
The old man shaking
At the end of the evening.

And I am,
The hunger for a flesh
So fresh and so pleasing.

And I could be your aqualung,
But that would be wrong,
So I will be the Devil
That dances the deadly dance
With you.

You will be my benevolence,
So kind.
You can always convalesce
My mind.

You could be my rotted lung,
But that would be wrong,
So you will be the Devil,
Who dances the deadly dance,
The deadliest dance of
Decadence,
With me.