Texty: The Bled. You Know Who's Seatbelt.

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
But everyone loves a fucking tragedy in epic proportions

Let's set our hearts at self-destruct
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct

Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor, a cardiac metronome
Scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again
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
(Infirmary)

Let's set our hearts at self-destruct
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct

(Let's set our hearts at self-destruct)
(Let's set our hearts at self-destruct)
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct
(Self-destruct)

Let's set our hearts at self-destruct
(Self-destruct)
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct
(Self-destruct)
Let's set our hearts at self-destruct
(Self-destruct)