Still we ravage the world that we love And the millions cry out to be saved. Our endless maniacal appetite Left us with another way to die.

Well, a door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think that you can trust Is just Another way to die

Мы можем выжить, лишь проиграв.

Никогда не поздно раскаяться.