I may not be the life of the party.
But my music makes the set.
The show must go on beyond life.
In the disco of death.

And we'll be singing with a thousand voices.
Longing for release.
Ghosts and zombies of forgotten, memories.

Our deeper love, our silent tears.
The reaper knows, all our fears.

I may not be the life of the party.
But my music makes the set.
The show must go on beyond life.
In the disco of death.

And we'll be singing with a thousand voices.
Longing for release.
Ghosts and zombies of, forgotten memories.

Our deeper love, our silent tears.
The reaper knows, all our fears.

I may not be the life at the party.
I may not be the life at the party.
But come dance with me, in the disco of death.

And we'll be singing with a thousand voices, longing for release.
Old forgotten memories.

Oooh woaaah!