He walks in slowly Like a bad deleted scene Cheap suit, sharp grin Jaw soaked in gasoline Boots slamming on the tile Every step like a drumbeat The neon goes out When he looks into your soul Is he breathing? Is he even from here? All I know Is this room crumbling when he's around (yeah) Dancing like it's his last dance, eyes still ablaze (hey!) Stylish dead, every move comes back From the grave to the rhythm, yeah, the floor keeps spinning Stylish dead, stylish dead So ethereal, but he seems alive, still learning Cigarette twitching Never touches lips Laughter like a glitch On apocalyptic stunts Pulse so slow You can count it on one hand But the crowd jumps for joy When he raises his hand Is he breathing? Is he even from here? All I know Just that the room collapses when he's around (yeah) Dancing like it's the last time, eyes still burning (hey!) Stylish dead, every move comes back From the grave to the beat, yeah, the floor keeps spinning Stylish dead, stylish dead So ethereal, but he seems alive, still learning Spin on your heels, let the pulse fade Frozen gaze, every heart beats wildly (hey!) One more step, and everything around slides Half in the ground Half in euphoria Dancing like it's the last time, eyes still burning (hey!) Stylish dead, every move comes back From the grave to the beat, yeah, the floor keeps spinning Stylish dead, stylish dead So ethereal, but he seems alive, still learning
