Young、in the Way - We Are Nothing
Die
For the world is next in line
Die
Death is a gift
We are nothing to anyone
Our dreams dead
Our work forgotten
Die
For the world is next in line
Die
Death is a gift
We are nothing to anyone
Our dreams dead
Our work forgotten
Just another was
Another has
Die
For the world is next in line
Die
Death is a gift
There is no bottle strong enough
To numb me
No sun bright enough
To wake me
No whore's dead hands
Can cleanse me
Of this sorrow
Die
Die
Oh die
Die
Die
Die
For the world next in line