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?