Your army's running scared

you haven't got a chance

the preacher starts to preach

but the man with the gun

is still trying to make you dance


the doctors tell you the air is too proud

to fill up the one good lung

you've got left now

don't you know

love's a funny thing

i signed a suicide pact

when you put on that ring


you realize that your god is dead

it's the fifth one you've tried this month

you try to wrap your head around it

and as he goes

he leaves his mark

whether needle holes or knife scars

it turns a mother's love to scorn


can you tell me

what is your drug of choice

is it the mirror, your fingers, or your voice


you with the sign

that says the time is now

it's the end of the world

will you show it how