oh, so such a dirty little wordnaddictive like a party drugnthat fakes the senses to make sense of what we lovenso picture your pinstripes without any linesnlike a vacant canvas stained to whitennbring it closerna crashing melodynand let the ship sinknthe story's drowning out at seanthe lyrics splinternin salty sympathynnpop goes the giant scene paradengreen floats in fifty different shadesnpartial perfection leaks with industry embracenbut we wear our disdain on stylish sleevesnlike tattoos of insecuritynnbring it closerna crashing melodynand let the ship sinknthe story's drowning out at seanthe lyrics splinternin salty sympathynnso long live the historynna song is sinking, a lyric splinterednart fought, but the chorus had a gunna song is sinking, a lyric splinterednart fought, but the chords were screamingnnlong live the history