Slow Suicide
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 hidden sense
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 fores a 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 hidden sense
It's the smoke and the drinks
And the smiles that it brings
It's the pain and the sex
Disguised as hidden sense
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 say are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
In the mist of lust and dropping names the trust they know and they keep the same
The songs they say are in the key of the illusion of pain and it's irony
In the mist of lust and dropping names the trust they know and they keep the same
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
