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] to your death
 [bad word] to your death
 [bad word] to your death

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

 [bad word] to your death
 [bad word] to your death
 [bad word] to your death

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

 [bad word] to your death
 [bad word] to your death
 [bad word] to your death