And them taste like cigarettes and wine mixed together That trendy flavour needs no reason But Im always searching for a meaning Cause I'm the son of a catholic man Thats how I've lost my faith, by the way And I always get the same answer from everything: Punk is death And I don't wanna be part of that trap, once again 'Cause I prefer to bleed, not to believe And If we gonna be betrayed, One more time I'll dance! The dancer The dancer The dancer The dancer Emptiness is the new creed How much would you pay for true beliefs? If being alone is the modern fear Show I can change, I can make you feel Open your hands, show me the seeds of hate But let me kiss your fingers first Feed the wolves, boil the blood in their veins 'Cause they'll bark and so we dance!