I like it
What should I do?
I face it
I don't want to, though

I like it
At black midnight
You make me
Dance like a maniac

I like it
What should I do?
I face it
I don't want to, though

I like it
At black midnight
You make me
Dance like a maniac

People will compliment then judge so quickly
That's an injustice towards you, come on, it's cheap
There's time for regret, but it's a short life, live.
Don't you think, you think?

Why is it I don't understand how I feel
No matter how many times I think I will
I guess it's your touch that I crave, isn't it?
Don't tell me these things.

[A vision of you, eating at my brain- stoic, pristine like a ballerina, yeah!
If you decide you won't leave your castle
I'll be the roses that keep the bandits out]

I like it
What should I do?
I face it
I don't want to, though

I like it
At black midnight
You make me
Dance like a maniac

There is so much about this life that I hate
It doesn't add up to anything, I'm afraid.
But in all history, I live this century
Look, it contains you.

I like it
What should I do?
I face it
I don't want to, though

I like it
At black midnight
You make me
Dance like a maniac

I like it
What should I do?
I face it
I don't want to, though

I like it
At black midnight
You make me
Dance like a maniac