The Signal Flares 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.

Everyone Loves A Tragedy In Epic Proportions.

Lets Set Our Hearts At Self-destruct.

Like Scarlet Drips On A White Tile Floor.

A Cardiac Metronome.

We'll Scrape The Guardrail From Our Teeth And Start Again.

There's A Flood In The Infirmary Where We'll Swim Through Broken Glass.

Our Prosthetic Limbs Will Keep Us Afloat.

Lets Set Our Hearts At Self-destruct.