Dance and draw back as a devil

Dance and draw back as a devil
Blow me out till tearing
I am a man of a dense conscience
Whether from Europe or I am Indian
Your legs you may lift up till chests
And over the hearts you may tread
Because the hearts are fallen in sleep
Sneaking out till they are burned
And never care to those chameleonic
Whose eyes redisplay and mocking to us
In a part of minute and changing a way
That

Dance and draw back as a devil