I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
Wide eyed brilliant dynamic rest
I want to be dead with my friends
When the iron sharpens the iron
I want to be dead with my friends
Overload unforgettable end
I want to be dead with my friends
Let boredom cease the beating
of our purple hearts Against this
even gods fight violently in vain
What chance could we have stood
We're the last of the lost
but now we're the first
of the fashionably late
Loved ones decompose
You'll dance around their bones
Most of us were holy ghost
All of us were holy ghosts
We made the scene
when we made a scene
And though it was brief
it meant everything
Oh what a pity
now they're bound to make us saints
Against this even boys
fight violently in vain
What chance could we have stood
We're the last of the lost
but now we're the first of the
fashionably late
I refuse to be the only man
put to rest in a mass grave
You were all there with me