Lyrics

It's the nightlife that gets them off; So desperately they wait for the excuse of love We live like vampires And we, we, we love like killers; We all die like infants And we trust like mirrors It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.) It's the love of guilt that forms the habit Of being dramatically over-dramatic We live like vampires And we, we, we love like killers; We all die like infants And we trust like mirrors It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings (It's a desperate place for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes) It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence (A desperate place for a desperate...and they sing) Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.) Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's 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, it's what we do (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.) Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)