Chorea

At first the fingers start to twitch
 The blood is set in commotion
 The feet start to beat
 Strange tattoos on the street
 A warmth floods fast
 (They grow wild)
 The devil's dived
 Inside their minds
 Everyone's on fire
 Like mad dogs they slather
 Writhing and rabid
 Feverishly twisting
 A tragic display
 Wrestling tremors
 Imprisoned in prisms
 Together in silence
 They desperately pray
 Ferocious, voracious
 Infectious, afflictions
 Convulsions, contortions
 Devour their victims
 A descent into savagery
 Plummeting rapidly
 They tried in vain
 To shake this terrible hex
 With reckless abandon
 Belief was confounded
 By spiraling, spluttering,
 Quivering wrecks
 And we watched them dance
 Themselves to death
 And we watched them dance
 Themselves to death
 And we watched them dance
 Themselves to death
 And we watched them dance
 Themselves to death
 And we watched them dance
 Themselves to death
 And we watched them dance
 Themselves to death