Hundred Suns Amaranthine
We're not alive
We tell ourselves
Hands cold on the vein down to check the pulse
We sing along to the static street
So drugged out like a ghost that radiates in black
What is this coming out of me? Please save us from ourselves!
Another round
We have to get the fix, 'cause I got what I came for and I'm done with you
We sing along to the static street
So drugged out like a ghost that radiates in black
I'm not alive. I'll never die
I've washed my hands with sharper knives, but what is this coming out of me?
If you can hear, please save us from ourselves
It's only a matter of time before we're all alone
Just tell me this one time that this is the end and I'll be done
