Look at your world Isn't it beautiful to drain How much is it worth When there's nothing left for you to take Oh what a privilege it is getting old I hope I live to be so cynical Why should we dare to live forever If nobody cares to change for the better
Yeah Yeah
Leaving a trace Building a monolith so large They can see it from space A scar that remains after you're dead and gone
Oh what a privilege it is getting old I hope I live to be so cynical Why should we dare to live forever If nobody cares to change for the better
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Do we bloom or decay Nothing golden ever stays Do we burn out or fade When there's nothing left to drain
