its been eight months and im still just in awe of dance fever. florence calls herself mommy in one song and demon daddy in another. in the same song she calls herself mommy she makes fun of asshole dudes who project their mommy issues onto women. in the first song shes no mother shes no bride she is king. shes a girlboss shes a war criminal shes a lunatic. shes the next virgin mary and shes never going to die. she drinks blood she cant get off the bathroom floor she has more catholic taste than the devil shes gilded and golden and shes your girl. she doesnt know where to put her love she just keeps spinning and shes going to dance herself to death. shes blown apart her life for you her bodys hit the floor for you she cant see you she cant hear you everything she thought she knew has fallen out of view. gods gonna be sorry he messed with her if she can stop crying into cereal at midnight. she practices resurrection every night shell open her mouth yes shell take it all is she quiet enough for you yet. shes always running from something shes back in town she wants the rats to spin around her feet with you.