This is the end of days that source and cure of all our pain was hidden deep in the grooves of record skip refrain.
No, theres [bad word] back from nights like these.
We'll write melancholy anthems, [bad word] disaster.
Bookmark this page cause this is where things fall apart.
Remember these days cause this is how downward spirals start these are the things I never wanted to say, this is a place I never wanted to be...
So let it [bad word] crashing down on me.
This is permanence.
This is youth's last dance.
This is the end of days that I could look you in the eye and tell you nothings wrong.
Darkened halls doomed phone calls, take this down, cause we're telling all with melancholy anthems [bad word] disaster.
Bookmark this page this is where things fall apart
Remember these days, cause this is how downward spirals start.
These are things I never wanted to say, this is a place I never wanted to be...
So let it [bad word] crashing down on me.
These are the things that we never ever wanted to know, with smiling scars across our throats,
If the good die young we'll [bad word] live forever.