We're setting fires beneath our lovers' beds
Just watching the world burn
The slaughterhouse choir chimes and screeches
To the tune of the three-penny orchestra
Their screams and wails haunt and tug heartstrings
Because we've heard it all before
They echo in our heads at night
Waiting for the sky to fall
Masquerading dancers in the violent cabaret
Parade with flaming banners through Central Park
Blazing through the night sky
Like our childhood hopes, dreams, and fantasies
The verse ascends, the bridge climbs high
Listening for the end of life's fermata
Dirty tricks in politics
Filthy war and starving eyes
Man-made plagues soaring through the atmosphere
Did we bring it on ourselves?
Could our scapegoats all be lies?
Watching the bombs fall on television screens
Costumed masked men knock nocturnes out of blood
As we play poker with Tarot cards
New hand dealt, full house, four dead
The end of the world comes with a royal flush
Outside our windows bright spandex and silk capes fly
Beating our end-world plots senseless
We seek escape in white noise and olive skies
Biting through lips, gripping at skin and satin sheets
In the darkness of the twisted burlesque show
We are true. No lies to tell the world
We are sick and twisted and deranged
We're just watching the world burn
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