She does a pirouette even as she chokes
On her cigarette, her body dancing through the smoke
Her house on fire, she leaps—she has nothing to lose
The fall of an empire, bricks collapse with every move

She lifts her arms, surrounded with her own breath
Scars from self-harm; around her is the dance of death
Her thoughts scattered—blood leaking from her eyes
Diamonds shattered; kingdoms rise inside her mind

Set the scene, call action and start the movie
Eyes glued to a screen, don't chase what you can't see
She looks straight ahead—her wealth becomes blindness
She may be dead, but her dance is timeless.