It's a night life that gets them off
So desperately they wait for the excuse of love
We move like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
and we trust like mirrors

It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence

Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do

It's a love guilt that forms a habit
of being dramatically over-dramatic
We move like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
and we trust like mirrors

It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
(it's a desperate place for a desperate people to find a place for a desperate hero)
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence
(a desperate place for a desperate...and they sing)

Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do

The songs they sing are in the key
of the illusion of pain and its irony
In the midst of lust and dropping names
the drugs they numb and they keep us sane

The songs they sing are in the key
of the illusion of pain and its irony
In the midst of lust and dropping names
the drugs they numb and they keep us sane

Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do
Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do