Текст: City To City. Other. Brain Dead, Blood Thirsty.

Will we paint this city red with the blood on our hands?
As these neon lights set fire to toxic clouds above our heads
And as it all comes crashing down
As the skies come crashing down
Will we dance atop the ashes or smile and walk away?

Brain dead, Blood thirsty
Static spilling from behind our bloodshot eyes
Brain dead, Blood thirsty
Brain dead, Blood thirsty

Will we fire confetti from the rooftops
As our foundations start to give
And as the skies come crashing down
As the skies come crashing
Will we dance atop the ashes or smile and walk away?

We devour the blood of star-crossed
trysts and silver screen love
Sold celebrity sex tape dreams as we devour
the dirty blood of Hollywood

Brain dead, Blood thirsty
Static spilling from behind our bloodshot eyes
Brain dead, Blood thirsty
Brain dead, Blood thirsty