Words like butterflies crash into my eyes A kamakize flight right into my eyes Words like razor blades slice into my veins Exposing all my pain all that's left of me When this shade of, this shade of sadness Little dead will dance again When this shade of, this shade of sadness Little dead will dance again Now I'm gone, shove me away There's nothing more or left to say I had to live only to die I always die Now I'm gone, shove me away There's nothing more or left to say I had to live only to die I always die (This shade of) I always die (This shade of sadness) I always die (This shade of) I always die (This shade of sadness) Little dead will dance again