It's the nightlife that gets off; So desperately they wait for the of love. We live vampires And we, we, we love like We all die infants, And we trust mirrors.
It's the smoke and the drinks and the that it brings, It's the pain and the sex as innocence.
Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's we do.)
It's the love of guilt that the habit Of dramatically over-dramatic. We live vampires And we, we, we love like We all die infants, And we like mirrors.
It's the and the drinks and the smiles that it brings, It's the pain and the sex as innocence. It's the smoke and the and the smiles that it brings, (It's a desperate for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes) It's the pain and the sex as innocence. (A desperate place for a desperate...and sing)
x2] Slow suicide...like it or not, it's we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do.) suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do.)
x2] The songs they are in the key Of the of pain and its irony. In the midst of and dropping names The drugs they numb and they us sane.
x2] Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do.) suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do.)