Letras
One down, two to go
They multiply on impact for the show
But we didn't switch off
So freedom took a long sad bow for us
Dropped and hung behind the curtain
Red as the operating rooms worsen
Sense a wrong, doom scroll on to less important ills
Why aren't we running for the hills?
Or hunting for the kill
Dance like you're on fire
Oh, go crazy on yourself
Your Last Rites sung by the choir
You can't control this anyway
Dance like you're on fire
Oh, you might as well
The last night of an empire
In the light of no truths
And as sure as sea levels are rising
In the spin of breaking news
You dropped your confidence in happiness
And your innocence
This data indignity that hoodwinked you for a great awakening
Meanwhile, everything you ever cared about
Got hot swapped out for someone else's twisted dream
We should be running for the hills
'Cause no one's got the will anymore
I haven't got the will
Click, buy, ugh
Dance like you're on fire
Oh, go crazy on yourself
Your Last Rites sung by the choir
You can't control this anyway
Dance like you're on fire
Oh, you might as well
It's the last night of an empire
So it's come to this
We're in biz
Of systemic hysterics
Normalising disbelief
Temper, temper
Hate thy neighbour
That is unless you agree
So it's come to this
We're in biz
Of systemic hysterics
Normalising disbelief
Temper, temper
Hate thy neighbour
That is unless you agree
Slam, pow, bam, whack
Kaboom, kapow, bam, crack what the
Slam, pow, bam, whack
Kaboom, kapow, bam, crack what the
Dance like you're on fire
Oh, go crazy on yourself
Your Last Rites sung by the choir
You can't control this anyway
Dance like you're not a liar
Oh, you might as well
It's the last night of an empire
Just go and switch another episode on
Turn the world off while you twiddle your thumbs
A population toughs it out until dawn
Don't miss your putting buddies down on the lawn
Just go and switch another episode on
Turn the world off while you twiddle your thumbs
A population toughs it out until dawn
Don't let the serious stuff distract you from
Your madness, your illness
Somebody get this guy a doctor, a doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
We should be running for the hills, ah
Or hunting for the kill, ah
Why aren't we running for the hills, ah
Or hunting for the kill