Our lives are lived By loving disaster, ending disastrous love Forever obsessed by the essence of death We celebrate it
So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know
Reaching out for something but we don’t know what we need As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your lines Damned if you do, dead if you don't it’s the age of youthfulness
To cause or curse As if it spoke to claim them the light will guide us And our shepherd will guide our way through this propaganda
So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know
I have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass Everything will pass, at least not for us So sing it loud