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 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



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 a desperate race for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes)

It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence

(It's a desperate race for desperate... 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



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

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



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