Night Life Death Day

Heard them preaching from their pews As you glanced up at the clock That there’s safety found in numbers So you’re following the flock Into clubs and bars and bedrooms Gone by morning, leave no trace Work the night shift nine to five Got to keep up with the pace Body swinging like a pocket watch It’s amateur hypnosis Every cheap trick in the book For a positive prognosis The dancefloor throws a pulse Creeps up stems through marching feet Propaganda screaming lose yourself But don’t get in too deep A creed of contradictions Heard you chant it in your sleep Feel your body lose momentum Trade your soul to feel complete Electric halflight, static darkness Sticky glasses, sticky hands The struggle for debauchery That etiquette demands Smoke and mirrors, dull reflection Face is blurred, your skin is wet No time for introspection What you see is what you get Less is more and more is less I see London, I see France Forced invitation, insincere declination Thanks, but I’m just here to dance A creed of contradictions Heard you chant it in your sleep Propaganda screaming lose yourself But don’t get in too deep Well tell me how it feels Things you held sacred sold so cheap Baby, time to grow a backbone Lose the crawl and find your feet Yeah so find yourself spine Before you find you’re in too deep