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Its 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
Its the smoke and the drinks, and the smiles that it brings
Its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Its the love of guilt that forms the habit
Of being dramatically overdramatic
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
And we trust like mirrors
Its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
Its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
Its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
(It's a desperate race for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes)
Its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
(It's a desperate race for desperate... and they sing)
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
In the midst of l*st and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane
The songs they sing are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
In the midst of l*st and dropping names, the drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do
Slow suicide, like it or not its what we do