The signal flare will light the way to the scene of the accident, where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth.
Such a sick celebration, but everyone loves a fucking tragedy with epic proportion.
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct. [x2]
Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor, a cardiac metronome.
We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again. [x2]
There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass.
Our prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat.
There's a flood in the infirmary.
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct. [x8]
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