If I could painlessly murder us all
Then there would be no more children crying
To our deaf God up above.

If I could painlessly murder the world
Then there would be no more children crying:
Then there would be no more children crying at all.

I want to hide in an opium sunrise.
I'd rather fly than feel the pain.
I want to die in a heroine sunrise.
Go on and spike my vein... 

So sick... there is a snatch of an old song
Blaring inside my head but I know I ain't dead, no.
This can't be [bad word]  I'm way too cold, I'm shivering.
The cold sweat is like broken glass; 
Isn't this a [bad word] and join the party! 

Baby to his mother:
Please smother me now.
Baby to her mother:
Please smother me now.

I want to hide in an opium sunrise.
The world is burning... 
I'd rather fly than feel the pain.
The world is burning... 
I want to die in a heroine sunrise.
The world is burning me.
Go on and spike my vein...