Synapse running riot in forbidden territory
Memories are dangerous when memories break free
Delicious toxins feed your head
'Til you're convinced the past is dead
Some things are better left unsaid
I feel a strong compulsion to dance, dance, dance

A seven digit cipher was discovered in my mind
A meeting thus arranged, I left my comrades behind
Another strange, familiar place
Another strange, familiar face
To you it's just a textbook case
I feel a strong compulsion to dance, dance, dance

She lured me to the forest and she pushed me to the ground
So frightfully I marveled at the powers she had found
We bought and sold each other's soul
For lack of any better goal
But when I plug that teenage hole
I feel a strong compulsion to dance, dance, dance