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. 
(Repeat)
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. (x8)