we have no future, heaven wasn't made for me
we burn ourselves to [bad word]  as fast as it can be
and i wish that i could be a king, then i'd know that i am not alone
maggots put on shirts, sell each others [bad word] sometimes i feel so worthless, sometimes i feel discarded
i wish that i was good enough, then i'd know that i am not alone

death is policeman, death is the priest
death is the stereo, death is a tv
death is the tarot, death is an angel and
death is our god, killing us all

she puts the seeds in me, plant this dying tree
she's a burning string and i'm just the ashes
she put the seeds in me, plant this dying tree
she's a burning string and i'm just the ashes