Pharmaceutical fantasy
Under the influence of security
Sun used to rise now it burns up the sky
While we try to find new ways to die

Nothing is good enough
Even the soft glow [?] of young love
Turns grey and flickers when tested by time
So we try to find new ways to die

Some folks believe in heaven
Some of those folks are hell bent
On turning god into an atom bomb
While seem choose not to sing along
Yes some we refuse to sing along