The Bled - You Know Whos 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
Everyone loves a fucking tragedy
in epic proportions

Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct

Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor.A cardiac metronome.
We'll 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

Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.