You Know Who's Seatbelt - The Bled

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 fucking tragedy

Of epic proportions

Lets set our hearts on self-destruct

Lets set our hearts on 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

There’s a flood in the infirmary

Lets set our hearts on self-destruct.

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