Staggering in waft of mist
They move in a strange world to escape
The celebration
The preliminary stage of release
Nothing will remind
Gradual decline
And we are to blame
Gradual decline
And you put your feet
On this finite street
Walk 'til the end
Never look left or right
Their life's just a
Waiting to die
Gradual decline
And we are to blame
Gradual decline
Stupidity will kill every doubt
Will you walk in blindness
For what are you out
A kind of masochism
Is the thing you do
How can I like you, say
How can I like you
And you took your feet
From this finite street
I saw the end
In that sudden ending night
Your life was a
Waiting to die
Stupidity kills every doubt
You walked in blindness
For what were you out
A kind of masochism
Was the thing you did
The world will miss you, hey
The world will miss you
