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 place for desperate people, to find their place before desperate heroes) It’s the pain and the sex disguised as innocence (It's a desperate place 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