Hurry up and sum the charge
The moment's arrived to reap the [bad word] of change
To drive out all the good old days
The variety show you still draw hope from
You white-wash all in self-control
But your eyes are giving you away

If it's reason against wine
I'll chose the wine
The gloomy smile the sweet denial
If it's mirage against no meaning
Like I think it is
I'll be a child of entertainment

I drove all night to be with you
I ask how you are, but you don't answer
Why are you so influenced?
What makes you think that you've done something wrong?
You white-wash all in self-control
But your eyes are giving you away

I'll be a deadman walking
I'll be a deadman walking
I'll be a deadman walking
I'll be a child of entertainment