Hot
Sick
Numb
Still

Salt on the edge of my upper lip
Waiting for a hit, just a softer hit
Wide eyes soaked in a borrowed light
No one's dying if we dance all night
Feed the fear till it knows our names
Low-dose comfort for a screaming brain
Don't count the seconds, don't say when
Keep me busy till the bitter end

Feel it crawling, close, too close
Something ugly dressed in gold
Don't let the truth get near my skin
I don't want to know, I want it in

Fever on my tongue
Fever in my veins
Pretty little believer
Dancing from the pain
Not a life, just a frame
Call it love, call it fame

That's en-ter-tain-ment
That's en-ter-tain-ment

Cover the mirrors, don't let them stare
I don't wanna see myself in there
We play our parts in a funeral show
Dressed to kill, nowhere to go
Panic sells if you sell it right
Soft disguise in a blinding light
Swallow the ending, cue the applause
We trade the truth for a cheaper cause

Feel it crawling, close, too close
Rotten hope in couture clothes
Don't let the silence say my name
I don't want the truth, I want the flame

Fever on my tongue
Fever in my veins
Pretty little believer
Dancing from the pain
Not a life, just a frame
Call it love, call it fame
That's en-ter-tain-ment
That's en-ter-tain-ment

If the lights go low
And the room goes still
If the fever breaks
Then we really feel

Don't pull the curtain
Don't let it end
If it ever stops
We begin again

Fever in my mouth
Fever in my bones
Pretty little believer
Dancing all alone
Not a life, just a frame
Say my name, say my name
That's en-ter-tain-ment
That's en-ter-tain-ment

Hot
Numb
Still
Again

That's entertainment