Στοίχοι: Death Comesto Matteson. Other. Doctors.

Your army's running scared
you haven't got a chance
the preacher starts to preach
but the man with the gun
is still trying to make you dance

the doctors tell you the air is too proud
to fill up the one good lung
you've got left now
don't you know
love's a funny thing
i signed a suicide pact
when you put on that ring

you realize that your god is dead
it's the fifth one you've tried this month
you try to wrap your head around it
and as he goes
he leaves his mark
whether needle holes or knife scars
it turns a mother's love to scorn

can you tell me
what is your drug of choice
is it the mirror, your fingers, or your voice

you with the sign
that says the time is now
it's the end of the world
will you show it how