Twist the Art
The music beat is loud
As we dance through the crowd
Create your own verse
It could be far worse
Let the music fill your ears
And erase all your fears
The lights flash before your eyes
Do it before the party dies
Time is running out
No time for silly doubt
Take the art in your hands
And twist it for your fans
Purples, pinks, and scarlet
All splatter the walls for a harlot
Perhaps I'm a mannequin
Who parades himself as a charlatan
A mass of bodies is an ocean
It's easy to get lost in the motion
As we dance through the crowd
The music beat is loud
Twist the art, twist the art
Pull the strings and it falls apart
Create your own verse
It could really be worse
Tally ho I'm above the rest
With a biting commentary of the best
Let the music fill your ears
And erase all your fears
Twist the art, twist the art
It's your last chance to look smart
Time is running out
No time for silly doubt
The colors fill me so serenely
My thoughts are so unseemly
Take the art in your hands
And twist it for your fans
The chorus burns to an end
My eyes could condescend
Purples, pinks, and scarlet
Oh no, I feel I might love a harlot
Twist the art, twist the art
The strings pulled apart it kick starts my heart
Really I'm just a dancing mannequin
Who parades himself a charlatan
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