You Know Whose Seatbelt Testo

the signal flare 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 with epic proportion.

let's set our hearts at self-destruct. [x2]

like scarlet drips on a white tile floor, a cardiac metronome.
we'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again. [x2]

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.

let's set our hearts at self-destruct. [x8]