Ecstasy, tragedy, doom
I summon monsters to the back of your hotel
I think I might have arrived too soon
I hear the birds harmonise between your yells

I thought it would be more my style
A new bag and an overnight kit
I only ever did it once in a while
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?

I hear the daffodils are all in bloom
I summon monsters to the door of your hotel
I might disturb the sign on your room
And smash through with the weight of the Liberty Bell

I thought it would be more my style
Champagne in an overnight kit
I only ever did it once in a while
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?

And the world is a glass and it's overflown
You can self-improve, but you're still on your own
And who am I to tell you what I think you should do?
Oh, who am I, but just a third wheel in the room?
And we terrify each other and act obscene
The world is just a used pinball machine
As strange fluids occupy the shine on your lips
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?
Is this what it feels like to feel like this?