[ CW ] Write a three-paragraph story behind the depressing lyrics of a happy-sounding song .

Living things perform a dance of life before they perish; each dance starts with a learning and playing to the eventual fighting and succeeding. Albeit this performance in all species is uniquely white & black, human beings with their gift of intellect can capture such a sensation - knowing there's a dance even in the darkness. Such lament over loss and sacrifice can be placed into a tempo of ravenous thirst for surviving tooth-and-nail. 
 
 We're also cruel creatures. We take it upon ourselves to be cruel to one another. To take from those weaker, to use our fallen as stepping stones to rise above. This sort of primal hierarchy is undoubtedly within us all. We enjoy the suffering of others, it is as sweet as poison. It is pleasurable to listen to as well. 
 
 Alas, a ballad written by a tortured soul with melodies by a children's entertainer is ever so unlike one another. It's masochism! It's a fetish! A siren would take envy greener than any sea. The difference of course is... you continue to dance.
