Dead at twenty-seven
No need to go to Paris, France
To see the Eiffel Tower dance
Go and take a picture
Those days of sentiment are gone
Living in the moments lost
I never even noticed
We're passing through the physical
While living in the virtual

Dead at twenty-seven
No place in society
No faith in sobriety
Birth and death and heaven
That hopeless quest inside of me
Questions I may never seek
How'd it feel to burn it?
My legs have got the best of me
Caught chasing that golden dream
I never even noticed
I'm living with the fantasy
Romanticizing memories

Days of sentiment are gone
Living in the moments lost
Passing through the physical
Living in the virtual

When I'm dead at twenty-seven
When I'm dead at twenty-seven
When I'm dead at twenty-seven
When I'm dead at twenty-seven
When I'm dead at twenty-seven (days of sentiment are gone)
When I'm dead at twenty-seven (living in the moments lost)
When I'm dead at twenty-seven (passing through the physical)
When I'm awake at twenty-seven