Small Hands, Big Red Button

[Dance Intro] Sip, sip, static on the hotline. Click, click, kingdom on a fault line. Lights go white, bass goes black. Everybody dance, don’t look back. [Verse 1] What evidence of God is there But a teapot orbiting my fear? Faith is just a Diet Delight Fizzing in the atmosphere. At the cosmic dip, I take a sip, Helter Skelter on my tongue. One button gets me Diet Delight, One button kills the sun. Small hands shaking in the strobe light, Still bragging like he’s hung. I sell heaven by the bottle While my mind turns into ash. [Pre-Chorus] I can’t say I’m lonely at the top, So I call it being chosen. I can’t say the king is rotting, So the orchestra keeps going. The bunker waits beneath the ballroom, But I can’t remember stairs. Power is a velvet coffin Full of cameras, smoke, and prayers. [Chorus] Apocalypse coated my reality, Gods and monsters in my chest. If I can’t live forever, baby, You don’t get tomorrow’s breath. Dance on the lawn, dance under thunder, Dance while the bunker locks below. Small hands, big myth, dead-man power, Diet Delight in the glow. [Post-Chorus] Sip, sip, static in the bloodstream. Boom, boom, ballroom in a bad dream. Small hands, big lie, gold teeth, cold kiss. Everybody move like the end don’t miss. [Verse 2] I do not believe, I just perform it, Golden cross and camera flash. God is good for crowd control When the empire starts to crash. I built a palace over doomsday, Marble floors above the grave. Every chandelier is trembling, Every servant calls me brave. Now I sit outside with my cold can, White cloud blooming like a rose. The angels check the polling numbers, The devils tailor my clothes. I tell the crowd my tower’s mighty, Trembling behind the microphone. Tiny fingers on the trigger, Trying to prove they’re not alone. [Pre-Chorus 2] I can’t admit the crown is heavy, I can’t admit the crown is fake. So I turn the whole world into music Just to make my ending shake. The doctors whisper in the hallway, The generals stare at the floor. Nobody wants to be the person Who tells the mad king no more. [Chorus] Apocalypse coated my reality, Gods and monsters in my chest. If I can’t live forever, baby, You don’t get tomorrow’s breath. Dance on the lawn, dance under thunder, Dance while the bunker locks below. Small hands, big myth, dead-man power, Diet Delight in the glow. [Bridge] No God in the gold room. No God in the smoke. No God in the red phone ringing While the mad king chokes. Just a celestial teapot At the edge of a broken mind. Just a frightened little emperor Trying to make death look divine. No proof in the pulpit, No mercy in the throne. Just a lonely man with everything Who can’t survive alone. [Breakdown] One button gets me Diet Delight. One button kills the sun. Small hands shaking in the strobe light, Still bragging like he’s hung. One button gets me Diet Delight. One button kills the sun. If forever won’t come kiss me, Then tomorrow comes for none. [Final Chorus] Apocalypse coated my reality, Heaven had nothing left to sell. I wanted my death to feel enormous, So I dragged the world through hell. Dance on the lawn, dance under thunder, Dance while the cameras lose control. Small hands, big myth, dead-man power, Diet Delight and a mushroom soul. [Outro] Sip, sip, static on the hotline. Click, click, kingdom on a fault line. Lights go white, bass goes black. Everybody dance, don’t look back. What evidence of God is there? A teapot where the heavens split. A cold can in a dying hand. A king too small to live with it.