Every silhouette
is another breath taken from me.
Every single death
before ours matters nothing to me.

We will lie at night,
drowning in our drinks.
We'll run in the light,
together to our dreams.

Every single speck
of blood is one opportunity.
Throw them all away
and take a chance on me.

And we will die.
We will die.
We will die
happy.

There is nothing to fear
but life itself.
There is nothing here
for us.

Come with me, my dear
to find a place
where nobody and nothing good
can ever be erased.

And on the news,
the world can guess our thoughts
when we held hands
and threw life out.

So, let us die.
Let us die.
Let us die
happy.