its the nightlife that gets them off
so desperately they wait for the excuse of love
we live like vampires
and we love like killers
we all die like infants
and we trust like mirrors
its the smoke and the drinks
and the smiles it that brings
its the pain and the sex
disguised as innocence

slow suicide like it or not
its what we do

its the love of guilt that forms the habit
of being dramatically overdramatic
we live like vampires
and we love like killers
we all die like infants
and we trust like mirrors
its the smoke and the drinks
and the smiles that it brings
its the pain and the sex
disguised as innocence

its a desperate place for desperate people
to find their place before desperate heroes
a desperate place...so desperate...

slow suicide like it or not
its what we do
slow suicide like it or not
its what we do

the songs they sing are in the key
of the illusion of pain and its irony
in the midst of lust
and dropping names
the drugs, they numb
and they keep us sane

slow suicide
like it or not
its what we do