Prancing in my rhythym of the stories I haven't told

I love you all so very much the skeletons hide in wait

You hold all my secrets and know all of everything I hate

You never speak a word unless I go and tell you to

You keep muddled shadows of all these things I do

Millions of clusters of reality and a tiny piece of dreams

Nothing is ever as truly happy as on the surface it seems

Things melt down through the cracks and drip along my soul

They circle round the drain in me and clog my empty hole

With my emptiness now satitated I turn to the skies

Continuing the search for loves and all new kinds of highs

Still the ghostly people that follow along my trail

They keep taking note of all the hilarity I sell

Though they do not smile and never do they laugh

They keep keeping secrets pushing me to find my half

They keep dancing to the rhythym swaying in and out

Eating up my misery and drowning out my doubt

What will I do will Old Scratch comes to call

I'll share all my secrets at the lovely, Skeleton Ball