Last Night Of An Empire
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 of 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
And oh, you might as well
The last night of an empire
In the light of no truth
As sure as sea levels are rising
In the spin of breaking news
You droppеd your confidence in happiness (and your innocеnce)
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
And oh, you might as well
It's the last night of an empire
So, it's come to this
We're in the biz
A systemic hysteric's normalizing disbelief
Temper, temper, hate thy neighbor, that is, unless you agree
So, it's come to this?
We're in the biz
A systemic hysteric's normalizing disbelief
Temper, temper, hate thy neighbor, that is, unless you agree
Slam! Pow! Bang!
Whack! Kaboom! Kapow! Bam!
Crack! What the...?
Slam! Pow! Bang!
Whack! Kaboom! Kapow! Bam!
What the hell?
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
And oh, you might as well
Is the last night of an empire
Just go and switch another episode on
And 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
And 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, (a doctor), doctor, (a doctor)
A doctor, (a doctor), doctor, (a doctor)
A doctor, a doctor
We should be running for the hills
Or hunting for the kill
Why aren't we running for the hills?
Or hunting for the kill?
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 of 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
And oh, you might as well
The last night of an empire
In the light of no truth
As sure as sea levels are rising
In the spin of breaking news
You droppеd your confidence in happiness (and your innocеnce)
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
And oh, you might as well
It's the last night of an empire
So, it's come to this
We're in the biz
A systemic hysteric's normalizing disbelief
Temper, temper, hate thy neighbor, that is, unless you agree
So, it's come to this?
We're in the biz
A systemic hysteric's normalizing disbelief
Temper, temper, hate thy neighbor, that is, unless you agree
Slam! Pow! Bang!
Whack! Kaboom! Kapow! Bam!
Crack! What the...?
Slam! Pow! Bang!
Whack! Kaboom! Kapow! Bam!
What the hell?
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
And oh, you might as well
Is the last night of an empire
Just go and switch another episode on
And 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
And 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, (a doctor), doctor, (a doctor)
A doctor, (a doctor), doctor, (a doctor)
A doctor, a doctor
We should be running for the hills
Or hunting for the kill
Why aren't we running for the hills?
Or hunting for the kill?
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Writer(s): Imogen Heap
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