Symphony No. 5 In C Minor, Op. 67: III. Scherzo: Allegro - Passionata Symphony Orchestra

Walking in the dead of night Hold on to this life Running to whats wrong or right Seems to be a thin line Fighting for a wasted love Fighting to survive Oh won't you please forget Won't you please forget These are the dog days These are the dog days They'll never go away These are the dog days These are the dog days They'll never go away 1, 2, 3, 4 What are you waiting for? 1, 2, 3, 4 What are you waiting for? These are the dog days These are the dog days Walking in the dead of night Hold on to this life Running to whats wrong or right Seems to be a thin line Fighting for a wasted love Fighting to survive Oh won't you please forget Won't you please forget These are the dog days These are the dog days They'll never go away These are the dog days These are the dog days They'll never go away 1, 2, 3, 4 What are you waiting for? 1, 2, 3, 4 What are you waiting for? These are the dog days These are the dog days Embracing the heart To find the loss Running down a path that I think I need to know When you've think you've won You're still losing after all These are the dog days These are the dog days These are the dog days These are the dog days They'll never go away These are the dog days These are the dog days They'll never go away 1, 2, 3, 4 What are you waiting for? 1, 2, 3, 4 What are you waiting for? These are the dog days These are the dog days

Line by line, single file. Holy valentine, blistered smile. Your stench pollutes my lungs and soul. Selfish addiction, no control. Indivisible, divided you rot. Suicidal ideation, fear not. One by one, foam at the mouth. All for fun, tongues hanging south. Euphoric religious ecstasy. Deadly laboratory doused in empathy. Indivisible, divided you rot. Suicidal ideation, fear not. () So what do you need? Please take it from me. Whatever you need, I'll feed your disease. Chemical imbalance, searching for a fix. Salivating and begging, looks like you've found your niche. Hands and knees are covered in your family's spit. Let the thought that they can live without you drive your crusade. () From the first tear you shed, to the curtain call for the dishonored dead. May sin guide you to your final deeds. What is your disease? Your greed feeds your need. What do you believe? Join the deceased.