Lyrics
You pronounce it dead, I pronounce it eternal
I walk through embers in platform heels
Crown calibrated in chrome and bone
Your final breath is how it feels
When rhythm claims what I own
Sepultures shimmer beneath my command
Graveyards glitter in disciplined rows
Ash becomes gold at the wave of my hand
Observe how the underworld glows
You authored silence, I authored sound
You buried the fever, I dug it out of the ground
Welcome to the disco of the dead
Where the pulse resurrects what you said
Thermal devotion in skeletal heat
Moves synchronized under militant feet
From the living elite to the silently bled
I revolve in the disco of the dead
I do not haunt, I headline the night
Sequins refract in obsidian air
Your extinction is merely stage light
In a venue beyond despair
Coffins convert into mirrored floors
Femurs flicker like chandelier beams
Every cadence the darkness adores
Every shadow mechanically gleams
You called it ending, I call it spread
You whispered "over," I answer instead
Welcome to the disco of the dead
Where the grave is a dance floor instead
Combustion glows in a mirrored bar
Bassline echoes in catacombs far
From mortal domain to the overhead
I submit to the disco of the dead
Understand, death is not absence
It is audience expansion
Every fallen empire, every throne
Becomes percussion when I intone
When the mirror ball descends through the void
Every spirit is drawn to the light
This is the disco of the dead
Where the fever eternally spreads
Infernal sparkle and phosphine veins
Subterranean glamour remains
From the breathing to those long gone
All awaken when the rhythm plays on
Disco isn't dead-it evolves instead