Decay -

Double the size of every mirror in this big white house,

And angle them all towards me

Regard the fine finishes on my children and my spouse

You see, these are the trappings of a king

Round and round and down he goes

Decay, degrade, it’s all a show

2 scoops and an afternoon nap for the king

Pizza and a double bubble bath for the king

I swear to God I think we found a trap for the king

Think we finally found a trap for the king

This is an 8-million-dollar mirror we have right here

It’s the finest, it’s huge, and it’s the best

I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from its golden glow

My reflection, like a noble bald eagle, takes my breath

Leave me here for a few minutes longer,

to ponder my splendor, and puff my chest

Round and round and down he goes

Decay, degrade, it’s all a show

2 scoops and an afternoon nap for the king

Pizza and a double bubble bath for the king

I swear to God I think we found a trap for the king

Finally found a trap for the king

On his knees, praying to it

Kissing his likeness, starving to death

Transfixed for weeks, he hasn’t slept

The hall of mirrors he hasn’t left

Two weeks more he’s almost gone

Skin and bones in a stare-a-thon

He doesn’t even know that something is wrong

He doesn’t even know we wrote this song

Decay

Stare away

No more afternoon naps for the king

No more double bubble baths for the king

Thank god we finally found a trap for the king

Finally found a trap for the king