And the beat rolls on.

And the beat rolls on.

i hate writing shit,
there's a fuckin' hit,
hear me scream my pain.

sold my soul for it,
was it worth it?
guess i'm to blame.

play
my
sick
game.

dancing all the time,
singing my sad rhyme,
do you see me now?

feeling me in front,
holding me in there,
it's me that foul.

and so i give you
this show of pure rue,
now you've got my plague.

you wanted it,
fuck, you got it,
not near as vague.

dance with me,
prance with me,
stick that god damn lance in me.

chance with me,
a stance with me,
rip those god damn pants off me.

play
my
sick
game.

play
my
sick
game.

the beat rolls on,
strings strummed along,
you suffer my dreadful song.

bleeding ears,
horrific fears,
unbelievable pleasure nears.

the beat rolls on.