Choreomania

And I am freaking out in the middle of the street With the complete conviction of someone Who's never had anything actually really bad happen to them But I am committed, now, to the feeling I don't know how it started Don't know how to stop it Suddenly, I'm dancing To imaginary music Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death And this is the end And I'm thinking about her Driving around in the backseat of a car I'll be your demon daddy And do they speak to you? 'Cause they speak to me, too The pressure and the panic You push your body through Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death You said that rock and roll is dead But is that just because it has not been resurrected in your image? Like if Jesus came back, but in a beautiful dress And all the evangelicals were like, "Oh, yes" (oh yes, oh yes, oh yes) Oh, yes (oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes) Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming) Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming) Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming) Something's coming, so out of breath I just kept spinning and I danced myself to death (something's coming, something's coming)