Luxury Pain

(Yeah, it’s freezing out here, straight up, luxury pain)

We hitting the berg in the dark

1912 on the clock (Tick-tock)

Luxury sinking like rocks

1500 souls in the drop

Captain Smith with the lean in my glass

White Star Line on the mask

Going down with the ship and the cash (Going down, going down, going down)

Built this in Belfast with blood

Hull 401 in the mud

You playing the Molly Brown part

Unsinkable heart in a flood (Drip)

Southampton felt like a movie

Now the Atlantic is gloomy

Watertight doors let the doom in

Steel snapping loud like a switch

Water aggressive and rich

Ice in my Cartier face

Frozen in silk and in lace

No lifeboats for none of my brothers

We dying in front of each other (No room, no room)

We hitting the berg in the dark

1912 on the clock

Luxury sinking like rocks

1500 souls in the drop

Captain Smith with the lean in my glass

White Star Line on the mask

Going down with the ship and the cash (Yeah, it's over)

12000 feet to the floor

Ismay ran out of the door (Coward)

I’m staying here with the band

Violins play while I pour

Seven compartments are gone

Red on the deck, not the dawn

Carpathia too far away

No SOS on the wire to play

One life for 2000 lies

Edward Smith closed his eyes (Close 'em, it's cold, man)

We hitting the berg in the dark

1912 on the clock (Ice)

Luxury sinking like rocks

1500 souls in the drop

Captain Smith with the lean in my glass

White Star Line on the mask

Going down with the ship and the cash (Going down, going down)

Deep sea pressure on the chest

Buried in a velvet vest (Yeah, 1912, Atlantic)