[Epic Intro Instrumental, The Music: sounds like hearing Glitter falling and Tremors through the tectonic plates grinding:] (Verse 1) Strobe light seizure in a rented room Cigarette burns on the rented gloom A bassline kicks like a failing heart Another plastic cup,another start Someone's screaming along to a bittersweet track 'Bout a love so goddamn good it can't ever come back I'm mixing diesel with diet pills and cherry cola A chemical romance with a violent proprietor **(Verse 2) Your name's a ghost in the laser grid, A thing I think I almost said To a stranger with your hair, but not your eyes Beneath the disco ball's dead-fly skies ...The crowd is a beautiful, sweating machine Pulsing with a purpose that feels obscenely cleanβ I'm here but shipwreck I'm orbiting the drain of the punchbowl sea The most magnificent wreck you'll ever see (Chorus) O,glorious decay! Let the sequins fall like knives! This party is a life-support for borrowed lives The DJ's spinning sunshine into a minor key And every single note is pointing right back down at me So let's glorify the mess,let's canonize the crash With a smile full of stars and a head full of ash (Verse 3) The bathroom lock's a broken vow I'm drawing cartoons on my forehead now A stupid grin,a tragic frown Watching the good stuff swirl down In the mirror,a stranger starts to shake Trying to calculate the final stake How many drinks to feel divine? How many more to cross the line? (Chorus) O,glorious decay! Let the sequins fall like knives! This party is a life-support for borrowed lives The DJ's spinning sunshine into a minor key And every single note is pointing right back down at me (Bridge) It's not a cry for help,it's a fireworks display A clown-painted meltdown on a perfect day ...It's the last half-hour of a teen movie bomb... A social animal chewing its own leg off, smiling 'til the dawn. This isn't sadnessβ it's a costume I can feel. A carnival ride I know is broken, But that is what the terror doesβ makes it feel real (Outro) So pass the bottle, kiss the monster on the mouth We're shooting sparks in a house of drought A thousand beautiful losers in a temporary fix Dancing on the deck of the apocalypse And when the sun comes up like a pink lemonade stain I'll be a goddamn poem written in glitter and pain The most honest lie I know how to makeβ A glorious, terminal, magnificent mistake.
