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