The signal flares will light the way, To the scene of the accident where we'll dance, Like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth Such a sick celebration. Everyone loves a fucking tragedy, Of epic proportions Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor, a cardiac metronome. We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again. (Repeat) There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass. Our prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat. There's a flood in the infirmary. Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. (x8)