Let's celebrate, gorgeous! You know who's party this is (Track 2)
One Two Three Four | Who's the centre of attention now girl | I am dressed to impress the crowd | But the celebration stops to the sound of a bullet piercing the ballroom | Now the intensity got greater | As my body hits the floor | Oh how ironic it is that you where my friend still you pulled the trigger | But I'll be the last one standing, and the first to walk away from this dying place you call home | The sun has burned the last time, she crawls in darkness with no light in sight | Like burning wings of an angel | It will turn the aftermath to dust | So smile for the camera | Lets make this agony last a lifetime | Burn | Another year gone by | But I still recall the laughter | So lets celebrate! I'm proposing a toast to the whore that you are | This, this is the last time I write a song in your name | A note without fate | Ill turn this around, and I most move along | No forgiveness | No second thoughts | No comprehension | Just a pure and simply goodbye | And as the sun heads down a the city turns pitch black | All that's left is the sound of her footsteps leaving | Forever, it's just an empty word that often drowns behind the illusions | Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word | I often stand against the wind with my both eyes shut | Inhaling natures oldest way to tell you exactly what you want to hear | And not even once I recalled your name. As the sun burns the horizon, and as the darkness settles in, this night will be as lonely as the next one | However, for the first time in months I do hope for a sunrise | Tomorrow will bring me strength | Because we both know that starting over isn't a way to begin.