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.?(2x)??It's the love of guilt
That forms the 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 a desperate place for a desperate people)?It's the smoke
And the drinks
(To find their place before desperate heroes)
And the smiles
That it brings,?(A desperate place for a desperate)
It's the pain
And the sex
Disguised as innocence.
And they sing??Slow suicide
Like it or not,
It's what we do.?(4x)??The songs they sing
Are in the key?Of the illusion of pain
And it's irony.
In the midst of lust
And dropping names?The drugs they numb
And they keep us sane.
(2x)??Slow suicide
Like it or not,
It's what we do.?(4x)