[Intro – instrumental, dark piano, muted brass] [Verse 1] Neon clouds on a velvet sky Broken halos drifting by Every saint with a crooked grin Every sinner selling a win Sign your name in a burning book Trade your shame for a better look Hope is cheap when it’s dressed in gold Truth is loud but it’s rarely told [Pre-Chorus] Step right up, don’t be shy We rehearse the end of time Smile wide, hit your mark Even ashes play their part [Chorus] It’s a curtain call in hell tonight Spotlight on our bad advice We don’t pray, we perform In a paradise of thorns It’s a curtain call in hell tonight Where the damned all harmonize If redemption’s just a lie we sell Then let it shine In the firelight of hell [Verse 2] Every dream wears broken shoes Marching to a crooked tune Heaven’s gates got velvet rope But we’ve got jokes and cheapened hope Spin the wheel of “almost free” Land on fate in minor key Every sin gets dressed in rhyme Every end deserves its time [Pre-Chorus] Hands in the air for tragedy Painted bright in calamity If the fall is guaranteed Let it sound like victory [Chorus] It’s a curtain call in hell tonight Spotlight on our bad advice We don’t pray, we perform In a paradise of thorns It’s a curtain call in hell tonight Where the damned all harmonize If redemption’s just a lie we sell Then let it shine In the firelight of hell [Bridge – spoken-sung villain monologue] Applause for the glorious mess We turn regret into cabaret No clean escape, no saving face Just louder songs in a burning place Angels whisper, devils cheer Either way, the end is here If the world won’t let us rise We’ll steal the stars and improvise [Breakdown – tempo drop, piano and bass] Lights go low Hearts beat fast Even shadows want an encore last [Final Chorus – big, full band] It’s a curtain call in hell tonight Every flaw in stage-light white We don’t fall — we descend in style With a wicked, waiting smile It’s a curtain call in hell tonight Sing it wrong, sing it right If the end is just a twisted spell Then we’ll make A show of hell [Outro – slow, dramatic] So toast to the end of grace Dance slow in a scorched-up place No heaven left, no shell to sell Just one last song… Before the bell.
