Chorea

At first the fingers start to twitch
The blood is set in commotion
The feet start to beat
Strange tattoos on the street
A warmth floods fast
(They grow wild)
The devil's dived
Inside their minds
Everyone's on fire

Like mad dogs they slather
Writhing and rabid
Feverishly twisting
A tragic display

Wrestling tremors
Imprisoned in prisms
Together in silence
They desperatly pray

Ferocious, voracious
Infectious, afflictions
Convulsions, contortions
Devour their victims

Heaven help me

A descent into savagery
Plummeting rapidly
They tried in vain
To shake this terrible hex

With reckless abandon
Belief was confounded
By spiralling, spluttering
Quivering wrecks

Heaven help me

And we watched
Them dance
Themselves to death

Everyone's on fire

Heaven help me