Macabre (Dedicated To Those Who Made The Cut)

On the dance floor
She had two feet
But they were made of stone
Coupled with red lace and a kiss
To match her heart of gold
Faulty pirouette sent her to her knees.
How's that?
How's that for entropy?
To see right through
To feed off stɾife
Fear tɾuly is the sharpest knife
On the dance floor
She had two feet
But they were made of stone
Coupled with ɾed lace and [Bm]a kiss
To match her heart of gold
Faulty pirouette sent her to [C7]her knees
How's that?
How's that for [Dm7]entɾopy?
How's that?
How's that?
How's that?