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
