Tango on Ashen Grids

The sirens wail a perfect fifth of dread
We step across the smoldering of the dead
The matches in our pockets, wet with sweat
We haven’t found a building standing yet

Forget the waltz, forget the cross, forget the morning rain
The only grace is burning lace, the rhythm is the pain

Let’s dance the Tango of the(Man;acos)!
On ruins smoking black and blue!
The gasoline is our cologne!
(Step left! Burn right!)
We tango 'til the world is overthrown!

The architecture melts like wax for us
The city screams in perfect poly-rhythmic fuss
I hold you by the throat, you hold the light
A pirouette inside a endless, toxic night

The soot is our rouge, the ash is our cocaine
This tango for the pyros in the acid acid rain

Let’s dance the Tango of the Maniacs!
On ruins smoking black and blue!
The gasoline is our cologne!
(Step right! Burn through!)
We tango 'til the world is overthrown!

Dooo you smell the future?
It smells like kerosenе...

The tango twists!
The wristwatch ticks!
The arsonist's lunatic, lunatic, lunatic KISS!
(Boom – crash)
On the smoking grids...