We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.

I have a fever

It burns me from the inside
Flaming underneath my flesh
Crisping my bones to ash

The blood in my veins
It bubbles and boils
Becoming a broth of fire

I have a fever

No compress on my brow
Can soothe the conflagration
That rages beneath my skin

No amount of ice against my skin
Can extinguish the inferno
Searing against my chassis

I have a fever

And it crawls throughout
My human frame, flaring
At every organ it consumes

For my heart
It pulses now not blood
But liquid fire

I have a fever

For I am sick from love
And know without the cure
That I soon shall die

I shall prefer to die
Of not a broken heart
But by the flames within

I have a fever