[Intro: Quebonafide]
Today you shout "I'll always be close to you" - ameno
Tomorrow I sit on my own again - ameno
I got some fucked up delusions, I see what you can't see
I make cross with my skinny fingers - ameno

[Chorus: ReTo & Quebonafide]
My danse macabre
Start dancing then, if it gives you chance and fate play for us
My soul is old, I can't dance waltz, on my fingers Half (Dead)
On fingers Half (Dead)
On fingers Half (Dead)

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
Tired, I put on my Hypervenoms
Next to me girlie looking like she's from Kinder Bueno ad
They all talk some shit about love
But wherever I look I see only violence
I'm writing at night again, third day rodeo
Seems like yesterday I sat stiff recording my demo
Now money's just laying around like below Eritrea
I'm an epidemic with the emo kids point of view (What?)
Today you shout "I'll always be close to you" - ameno
Tomorrow I sit on my own again - ameno
I got some fucked up delusions, I see what you can't see
I make cross with my skinny fingers - ameno
I'm barely alive, babe, barely alive
From the city with no perspectives
Just survive the crisis, just save money on side
Just good wife, but still not as pretty as Weezy
Just finish it, or kill me
They shoot at me like I'm Harambe
So many times this shit tried to break me
Moment of pleasure, then moments after fuckin' death - ameno

[Break]
Dori me
Interimo adapare dori me
Ameno ameno lantire
Lantiremo
Dori me

[Chorus: ReTo & Quebonafide]
My danse macabre
Start dancing then, if it gives you chance and fate play for us
My soul is old, I can't dance waltz, on my fingers Half (Dead)
On fingers Half (Dead)
On fingers Half (Dead)

[Verse 2: ReTo]
Around me only guilt, I suffer for my own - Nothing else
Acting like adult, but will it end well? - It's hopeless
I should be asleep, when i try to gather up my thoughts
I don't really see it, I leer and count things that I should be expecting
They try to walk over me and hope I'd die like a dog - I don't see it
I spill blood for blood, exchange breath for breath, phone-line died
That's what I dream about, ayy
Some think I have no conscience, ayy
But If I'm right and I'm changing for the better
Then how do I stop being heartless if my heart isn't there? ayy
I believe it if I've seen it and trust only tombstones
If you're born to be the leader, then you're born to be alone
When I smoke in the ride, my windows go down
When sadness eats me alive, my head goes down
You could see from my face that there's too much on my mind
But can't see it on no photos, huh?
Could it be that half of me died?
When people like you rarely have headaches
But my head is constantly killing me
Is there something wrong with me, or am I normal?
You should know, with your made up facts that I should hide
I hear more, feel more, see more - World's complicated since I do
Every fucking day my heart is breaking, like it try to cut off oxygen

[Chorus: ReTo & Quebonafide]
My danse macabre
Start dancing then, if it gives you chance and fate play for us
My soul is old, I can't dance waltz
On my fingers Half (Dead)
On fingers Half (Dead)
On fingers Half (Dead)