Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens

Devils used to be gods,

Angels that fell from the top

Despaired and forlorn

Wings shed and sworn

To doom, to dance in the fires of Hell

To laugh, and cry trickles of blood

To pine for, a glory that never was

To endure, a suffering that'll never be lost.

I will not be a mannequin.

The ego banish it.

The roof's on fire.

Lets burn down the Vatican.

Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens.
We pledge allegiance to the DJ put your hands up.

And we danced.

And we cried.

And we laughed 

And had a really really really good time.

Take my hand.

Lets have a blast.

And remember this moment for the rest of our lives.

Yes.

Lets remember this moment for the rest of our lives.