On the line, on my conscience
Burning bright, touch the surface
Gather round, save a seat
There's a hole inside, there's a show to find
Grab yourself another seven drinks, my love
There's danger in the sermon, don't you think, my love?

[Pre-Chorus]
Living just to wait for a dancer that will last

[Chorus]
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we're told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight

By the sound, by the window
Over ground, there's the answer
Gather round, save a seat
There's a hole inside, there's a show to find
Appease me with your warm and mild fangs, my love
The villagers are terrified and wild, my love

[Pre-Chorus]
Swirling through the ether, the dancer in the mask

[Chorus]
Hail to the slave and the sacrifice
These mountains and the stars tend to steal the light
So young until we're told that they gave us life
Now movement is a virtue and vice tonight