all the times, all the ways.
all the nights, all the days.
all the highs, all the lows.
all the kids, all alone.
all of this comes to an end.
as plague music starts to begin.
o one lives, no one tries.
o one walks, no one drives.
o one feels, no one loves.
o one cares, no one should.
all of this comes to an end.
as plague music starts to begin.
there's no one living on your radio,
on your video or on your tv screen.
the only songs are the ones i know
that played out long ago.
all died of your disease.
all the streets, all the homes.
all the states, all the globe.
all the rights, all the wrongs.
all the hope, all is gone.
all of this comes to an end
as plague music starts to being.
o one steals, no one eats.
o one shouts, no one speaks.
o one buys, no one sells.
o one lies, no one tells.
all of this comes to an end.
there's no one living on your radio,
on your video, or on your tv screen.
the only scenes are the ones i know
that got cut long ago.
all died of your diease.
i never thought i'd be the last one left.
i never thoguht it would end like this.
there's no one living on your radio,
on your video, or on your tv screen.
the only stars are the ones i know
that burned out long ago.
all died of your disease.
obody is famous anymore.