Look at your world
Isn't it beautiful
to drain How much
is it worth When
there's nothing left
for you to take
Oh what a privilege
it is getting old
I hope I live to
be so cynical
Why should we dare
to live forever
If nobody cares to
change for the better
Yeah
Yeah
Leaving a trace
Building a monolith
so large They can
see it from space
A scar that remains
until you're dead and gone
Oh what a privilege
it is getting old
I hope I live to
be so cynical
Why should we dare
to live forever
If nobody cares to
change for the better
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Do we bloom or decay
Nothing golden ever stays
Do we burn out or fade
When there's nothing
left to left to drain
Yeah
Oh what a privilege
it is getting old