This is the death of love
And the love of the dead
Born and we're fucked
Fuck to be bred
It's like a palindrome
Going on in my head
I'm not sure
I understand it yet

God is a dog
Such a loyal friend
Satan nat as
We're dying again
Who gives a fuck
It's not good to dwell
There's death on my clothes
It leaves such a smell

And that's why I believe
When I hold on tight
Yeah, I'll surely break it
That's why I believe
That the threat of loss
Is hard to take in
That's why I believe
That all your heroes
Will only hurt you
And that's why I believe
When I hide away
It's because I have to

I feel like a model
But I don't know my role
A packed out theatre
With no kind of show
A magazine, poster
Billboard, a tattoo
Those wordless icons
You all bow down to

They say that our pictures
Speak a thousand words
But I haven't found one
That makes my voice heard
My zipped up mouth
Leaving all words forgotten
There's death on my clothes
And it's smelling rotten

And that's why I believe
When I hold on tight
I will surely break it
That's why I believe
That the threat of loss
It's hard to take in
That's why I believe
That all your heroes
Will only hurt you
And that's why I believe
When I hide away
It's because I have to

And that's why I believe
When I hold on tight
Yeah, I'll surely break it
That's why I believe
That the threat of loss
It's hard to take in
That's why I believe
That all your heroes
Will only hurt you
And that's why I believe
When I hide away
It's because I have to