[Verse 1]
[Laurence Beveridge:]
Rage, of a melancholy voyeur to a suicide
(Woah, oh-oh oh)
Stale, is the lifeblood of a city being crucified
(Woah, oh-oh oh)
Pale, are the memories of people
Who cry on, and on, and on
Through these black and bleary nights
But with illustrious intentions, we descend

[Chorus]
We'll shine like neon in the dance halls
A vision of the starburst, illuminating those cursed
Neon in the dance halls
A shock to the oppressors, adjudicating preachers

[Post-Chorus]
Feel (wo-ah oh), let me feel something (wo-ah oh)
I can believe is real
Feel (wo-ah oh), let me feel something (wo-ah oh)
Anything, that I can believe

[Verse 2]
Charmed, to encounter your acquaintance
What a lovely dress
(Woah, oh-oh oh)
Fair, I must courageously declare that you'd look better bare
(woah, oh-oh oh)
Sad, to see the mention of your nudity offends you so
(That it-)
That won't matter when you're dead!
You'll be a warning to the curious
A naked (hey..), lifeless mess