Born and raised to handle tragedy

So wake up and wipe your eyes
Our end is present and in sight

A bastard child of a social whore
A wild girl of a sensual loss
Holding back the fool again
Giving up the fool pretends again

This message is for anyone who dares to see the face
Of a world filled with alleys and your living wrecks
The disenchanted, the romantics of your kiss
I don't need your love to disconnect me

I took her cloth and rubbed the blood off my face
I touched her lips with a silent pace of my own
They taste like the devils sweat that i am drowning in
And with the angels tears, i'll never be thirsty again

So take me down
Let's lose ourselves
This may be the last time
I can look into your eyes

Oh yea.