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