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its the nightlife that gets them off so desperately they wait for the excuse of love we live like vampires and we love like killers we all die like infants and we trust like mirrors its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles it that brings its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence slow suicide like it or not its what we do its the love of guilt that forms the habit of being dramatically overdramatic we live like vampires and we love like killers we all die like infants and we trust like mirrors its the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings its the pain and the sex disguised as innocence its a desperate place for desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes a desperate place...so desperate... slow suicide like it or not its what we do slow suicide like it or not its 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 its what we do |