The killers lost the beat I just call them futile

They can't cry to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world

as I wave them all goodbye



The system's lost in me I just call it futile

They can't cry to me 'cause they're slippin off the edge of the world

as I wave them all goodbye



Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp....

While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrong

Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp....

While everyone is dancin' round like there ain't nothin' wrong



Not me, I've planned my own demise

Not me, I've planned my own demise

Not me, I've planned my own demise

Not me, I've planned my own demise

Oh, demise, demise, oh, demise...



The killers lost the beat I just call them futile

And that's not pain to me

'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world

as I wave them all goodbye