Dale Earnhardt`s Seatbelt — текст песни (The Bled)

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 tragedy in epic proportions.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor.
A cardiac metronome.
We`ll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again.
There`s a flood in the infirmary where we`ll swim through broken glass.
Our prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.