it’s the angst of things [bad word] you’re immaculate and young
you wash your hands in innocence
and keep it to the bitter end

but under your skin you’re dying in sin

do you wanna die without a scar
with untainted memoirs
do you wanna die without a scar
the blandest au revoir

good and evil equals par
every pleasure leaves a scar
every fire leaves a burn
every touch can leave a mark

and the hours turn to days
time is spinning in delays
do you wanna die without a scar

no heart - no pain
no scars - no shame
no love - no fear
the end is near