Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp 
Born into death, will you take the risk 
See buckets and buckets, yeah, buckets of sin 
You'll never end and can never begin 
 [bad word]   [bad word] To Your Death (x3) 

No forest of pleasure or fields of pain 
High-rise at night, see the pavements of stain 
beckoning hand from those who were slain 
Now you can sleep again 

Repeat [bad word] 

I take the night and I stretch it wide 
And I see all, you hide, I died 
So slip right in, sip the wine 
The caution flashes but the water's fine 

Repeat [bad word]