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Unveiling Shadows: A Dance with Rebellion in Theatre of Tragedy's 'Image'
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You act a pansy, pushover
You behave weak and submissive
Who is that, something says your name
There's a feeling that someone is calling your name
You seem chancy, moreover
You appear risky or uncertain, furthermore
Do live your fancy, go lower
Follow your desires, aim lower
The call is mine
The initiative or control is in my hands
I'm gonna get you up
I'll make you rise
The call is mine
The initiative or control is in my hands
I'm gonna get on top
I'll be dominant
On the skew, you're dancing all over
You're moving unpredictably, out of order
In a blue suit, orange pullover
In an unconventional outfit, not conforming to norms
You are the anti-fashion statement
You defy the typical standards of fashion
I'm gonna get on top
I'll dominate the situation
You look like my old dog Rover
You resemble my old dog Rover
I'm gonna get you up
I'll make you rise
The call is mine
The initiative or control is in my hands
Spit teeth - I can hear you
You'll suffer consequences - I can sense your pain
Head crash - I can't see you
You're experiencing a severe impact - I can't perceive you clearly
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I feel your force pushing me onto the road
I've learned to know the taste of concrete
I've become familiar with the taste of the pavement
Why don't you follow me?
Why don't you come with me?
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I sense the blood flowing, disintegrating
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
Eyes sparkle - sensation akin to electric shock
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
The street is audacious - time passes swiftly
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
I recognize this as the end of my prime days
Why don't you follow me
Why don't you come with me?
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