[Orchestral Intro] [Verse 1] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] The clock snorts dust off a marble sink, Then charges me rent for the time I think. My baby teeth sleep in a bulletproof case, Still biting the years off my grown-up face. [Verse 2] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] My first kiss rots in a specimen jar, Still stinks of cheap gin and a borrowed car. My schoolboy grin's got a price on its tag, A posh little pimp in a body bag. [Pre-Chorus 1] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] They tagged my pulse as a petty crime, Then hung it up next to "wasted time". The guide says, "Mate, don't make a scene," While my rage gets framed on the mezzanine. [Chorus 1] [Anthemic Chorus] Welcome to my museum: mould and gold, I'm the last thing here that can't be sold. Bad habits bronzed behind the glass, Ten quid a head to kiss my arse. My bones cry "MINE", they're out on loan, I tax my ghost to sit on the throne. The sign says "LIVE", the walls say "LEAVE", I mug my mirror for what I believe. [Verse 3] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] The gift shop sells grief in a shrink-wrapped stack, "No refunds on youth" stamped across the back. Bankers buy bruises in bulk by the pound, My body's a bond; the yield's underground. [Verse 4] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] My younger self hid a blade in his sock, Then slashed at the hands of a grandfather clock. I decked my portrait; it spat out a tooth, Then charged me with vandalising the truth. [Pre-Chorus 2] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] They tagged my pulse as a petty crime, Then hung it up next to "wasted time". The guide says, "Mate, don't make a scene," While my rage gets framed on the mezzanine. [Chorus 2] [Anthemic Chorus] Welcome to my museum: mould and gold, I'm the last thing here that can't be sold. Bad habits bronzed behind the glass, Ten quid a head to kiss my arse. My bones cry "MINE", they're out on loan, I tax my ghost to sit on the throne. The sign says "LIVE", the walls say "LEAVE", I mug my mirror for what I believe. [Bridge] [Symphonic Build] I torched the "ME" in a gilded frame, The smoke stole my face and misspelt my name. The sprinklers spit petrol instead of rain, I burnt down the cage; they gift-wrapped the chain. I smash up the shop, not the display, The kid in the case has got shit to say. He slips me a shard like a skeleton key, Then asks for a ticket to get out of me. [INSTRUMENTAL SOLO] [Crushing Metal Breakdown] [Pre-Chorus 3] [Electronic Arpeggio Verse] They tagged my pulse as a petty crime, Then hung it up next to "wasted time". The guide says, "Mate, don't make a scene," While my rage gets framed on the mezzanine. [Chorus 3] [Anthemic Chorus] Welcome to my museum: mould and gold, I'm the last thing here that's growing old. Bad habits bronzed behind the glass, Ten quid a head to kiss my arse. My bones cry "MINE", they're out on loan, I tax my ghost to sit on the throne. The sign says "LIVE", the walls say "LEAVE", I cut my mirror loose; let it deceive. [Chorus 4] [Anthemic Chorus] Welcome to my museum: mould and gold, I'm the last thing here that's growing old. Bad habits bronzed behind the glass, Ten quid a head to kiss my arse. My bones cry "MINE", they're out on loan, I tax my ghost to sit on the throne. The sign says "LIVE", the walls say "LEAVE", I nick both signs and escape up my sleeve.
