it's the night life that gets them off
so desperately, they wait for the excuse of love
we live like vampires and we, we, we love like killers
we all die like infants, and we trust like mirrors
it's the smoke, and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings
it's the pain and the sex, disguised as innocence
slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do
slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do
it`s the love of guilt that forms a habit
of being dramatically, over dramatic,
we live like vampires and we, we, we love like killers.
we all die like infants, and we trust like mirrors.
it's the smoke, and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings
it's the pain and the sex, disguised as innocence
it's the smoke, and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings
it's the pain and the sex, disguised as innocence (and they sing)
slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do
(slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do)
slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do
(slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do)
[2x]
the songs they sing are in the key
of the illusion of pain and its irony
in the mist of lust and dropping names
the drugs, they numb and they keep us sane
slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do
(slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do)
slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do
(slow suicide: like it or not, it's what we do) |