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 + Evil = 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

No heart no pain
No scars no shame
No love no fear
The end is near