GOTH KARAOKE FALLOUT: Dark, Dramatic Anthem

Neon rain on a backstage street

Midnight humming under worn-out boots

I wore my heart like a velvet bruise

Sat in the barque with a borrowed truth

He took the stage with a cracked back smile

Singed like a ghost in a candle flame

Every note hit like a sharp bend to I

And I knew my world would never sound the same

A room went still, then the silence swayed

Like every shadow, I had something to say

We were young, we were doomed, we were ready to break

In the glow of the wreck that we made

Yellow scarf, karaoke follow

Black lipstick, a defeating show

We were dancing while the dead lights fall

Drowning slow in the echoing hall

Hulk of karaoke fall out

Love turned cold but it burned so loud

When the sun died out and the sparks ran down

We were beautiful in the fallout now

Your voice fell through the ash and smoke

Like a flower that cracked before it grew

I laughed like I didn't feel the knife

But every line was bleeding through

Cheap champagne and a broken chord

Sour taste on a silver tongue

You kissed in the pause between the songs

And watched the whole thing come undone

The room went still, then the silence swayed

Like every shadow had something to say

We were saints in ruins, sinners in ways

Lit by the ghost of a stage

It was goth karaoke for them

Black lipstick on a fiend show

We were dancing by the dead lights fall

Drowning swole in the echoing hall

Oh, God's karaoke fallout

Under the hope, but it got so loud

When the sun died out and the sparks ran down

We were beautiful in the fallout now

As the curtain drops, let it take our names

Let the basement keep our haunted frames

No more day bite, no more disguise

Just the thunder behind our eyes

Goth karaoke, fall out

A shattered choir in a velvet cloud

We were ashes in a glittering crown

Falling hard as the mirrors, it drowned

Goth karaoke, fall out, still I hear you in my heart somehow

When the last smell fades and the dark comes down

We are beautiful in the fallout now

A young rain on a blackened street

Midnight fading under tired boots

In the aftermath of a holy sound

I still find you in the fallout ground