song title / concept

"dripping with dripping with dripping with smiles"

sick, strung out, sickly-looking dancers with painful metal apparatus attached to their faces that force their aching, cracking, stretched-open lips, from which saliva helplessly drips, drips, drips... nervously glancing at hair-trigger guards who force them on stage at gunpoint, barely audible music leaks from an ancient speaker system, the dance begins and the sounds of shuffling feet, cracking joins, wheezing breaths, and weary moans nearly drowns out the melody as the dancers begin their agonizing waltz of sorrow.