Decay

Double the size of every mirror in this big white house, And angle them all towards me Regard the fine finishes on my children and my spouse You see, these are the trappings of a king Round and round and down he goes Decay, degrade, it's all a show 2 scoops and an afternoon nap for the king Pizza and a double bubble bath for the king I swear to God I think we found a trap for the king Think we finally found a trap for the king This is an 8-million-dollar mirror we have right here It's the finest, it's huge, and it's the best I can't seem to tear my eyes away from its golden glow My reflection, like a noble bald eagle, takes my breath Leave me here for a few minutes longer, To ponder my splendor, and puff my chest Round and round and down he goes Decay, degrade, it's all a show 2 scoops and an afternoon nap for the king Pizza and a double bubble bath for the king I swear to God I think we found a trap for the king Finally found a trap for the king On his knees, praying to it Kissing his likeness, starving to death Transfixed for weeks, he hasn't slept The hall of mirrors he hasn't left Two weeks more he's almost gone Skin and bones in a stare-a-thon He doesn't even know that something is wrong He doesn't even know we wrote this song Decay Stare away No more afternoon naps for the king No more double bubble baths for the king Thank god we finally found a trap for the king Finally found a trap for the king