Theatrics, Our Forte

Where are you?
Where did you go?
I'm losing my mind
Face deep in Bordeaux

I've lost all faith
There is no glamor
I'm beginning to stammer
From the solitude of life

I'm so sick and so bored
Living is a chore
That the devil has bestowed upon me
We're to start this off right
With a little bit of fright
If you can hear me, let's scream

Let us start this story off with a bang
Life is worrying about our loved ones dying
Do you know why I've lost everyone close to me?
So I must pay my respects properly

What a pity baby (what a pity baby)
I left a rose for you (I left a rose for you)
A little bit of blood
For the dead and the gone
But just wait they're coming soon
Ha, God has nothing to do with this

We're living for tonight
The beat of our drum
Isn't consistent with what you were thinking
We can still rock the shit out of this

What a pity, baby (what a pity, baby)
I left a rose for you (I left a rose for you)
A little bit of blood
For the dead and the gone
But just wait they're coming soon

I'm not a saint, I'm not a patron
I'm your messenger
I'm unholy, but so are you
I'm not a thief or a liar
I preach to the choir
How many bodies must I accrue
And when the ground opens up
Is it you that I trust?

What a pity, baby
I left a rose for you (I left a rose for you)
A little bit of blood
For the dead and the gone
But just wait they're coming soon

What a pity, baby (what a pity, baby)
I left a rose for you (I left a rose for you)
A little bit of blood
For the dead and the gone
But just wait they're coming soon

Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha



Credits
Writer(s): David Montalvo, Mark Mckinney, Max Susanto, Tyler Mcclellan, Zach Pachella
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