It's the nightlife gets them off; So desperately they wait for the of love. We like vampires And we, we, we love killers; We all die infants, And we like mirrors.
It's the smoke and the drinks and the that it brings, the pain and the sex disguised 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 forms the Of dramatically over-dramatic. We live like And we, we, we like killers; We all die infants, And we trust mirrors.
It's the and the drinks and the smiles that it brings, It's the pain and the sex as innocence. the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings, (It's a place 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, it's we do.) Slow suicide...like it or not, 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 lust and dropping The drugs numb and they keep us sane.
x2] Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's we do.) suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, what we do.)