A fruitful resolution was just a tease For this city will drop us all to our knees With every sense caressed by destructive beauty We've yet to drop the curtain on this dear city
Our name should be in lights Gruesome nature of the night The wardrobe: Now blood red from white Empty bottle and all that surely follows Last call's sorrows The curtain dawns, to reveal the carnage For all to see, now our headline writes itself Screams from the foyer, the sirens near Isn't it lovely? Light now fades Coup de grâce
