Mitch Allen - Fever Waltz Lyrics

Seasick and fevered, my feet leave the ground
Glued to this suicide merry-go-round
Faster and faster the wind catches me
To burn on a pyre of my fragility

Visions of madness and urban decay
This cityscape echoes the fate of Pompeii
These are the images hung on a rope
To live out my days in a kinetoscope
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Count all the little things up there to see

Screeching wheels, scraping heels
Burning concrete, and grinding steel
It's a head-on collision I'll never survive
This nightmare is 102 Fahrenheit
This nightmare is 102 Fahrenheit

Goblins and ghouls in their sordid soiree
A Halloween ball for the wrong kind of fay
Higher and higher the actor is thrown
From this sick cul-de-sac at the end of the road
Rosin your bow and join in with the band
See how much cacophony you can withstand

Screeching wheels, scraping heels
Burning concrete, and grinding steel
It's a head-on collision I'll never survive
This nightmare is 102 Fahrenheit
This nightmare is 102 Fahrenheit

Blood of the father and light of the sun
Orange is the fire to cleanse what we've done
Blood of the father and light of the sun
Orange is the fire to cleanse what we've done
Blood of the father and light of the sun
Orange is the fire to cleanse what we've done
Blood of the father and light of the sun
Orange is the color of all that's to come