Slow Suicide

It's the nightlife 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 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 innocence
It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
(It's a desperate place for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes)
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
(A desperate place for a 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 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, 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.)