Allegedly, Dancefloor Tragedy

I have witness my hearts addiction
 Given gun to bear on child
 And my Jesus calls for reparation
 I have lived that firstborn failed
 When the kiss tastes less than it is
 Where once the heartfelt becomes:
 "Why this burden?, why this trial?"
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 I have tasted that wretched end to gifts
 At once so sweet and innocent
 They grow to a ripe age for bloody, tragic sacrifice
 They grow to an age where the lover forgets delights
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 I have failed in a fullest measure
 Followed that myself of souls
 Followed to the bitter end, through veils and untruths
 And over you roughshod
 Over you, roughshod
 I have witnessed my hearts addiction
 Given gun to bear on child
 And my Jesus calls for reparation
 I have lived that firstborn failed
 When the kiss tastes less than it is
 Where once the heartfelt becomes:
 "Why this burden?, why this trial?"
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy
 For you and me...
 Some kind of tragedy...