The end of everything is near and I still
can’t get this tune out of my head.
The songs we played and all we thought that was real
was just a ruse to keep us sane.

The city broods its end with magnetic lights,
it takes its time to move a pawn.
The neon streets envelop cops on patrol
‘Don’t move or breathe till come the dawn’.

I’m wearing warpaint,
already bloodstained.
I’m wearing warpaint,
already bloodstained.

The city lights bend day and night as they please,
dark purple straight from eighties films.
The life machine will still go on when we’re gone, but
the captain goes down with his ship.

I’m wearing warpaint,
already bloodstained.
I’m wearing warpaint,
already bloodstained.

Houses upon houses and
stores upon stores
an Entropology ignored. 

I’m wearing warpaint,
already bloodstained.
I’m wearing warpaint,
already bloodstained.