I've been thinking about killing myself; stark sober and my heart wants out.
All our dreams got sold.
The champagne girls got old.
How the rumours read right till "cardiac" and the punk boys are posing for photographs,
Now everyone looks confused.
Girls get excused and we get used.
Uh!
We're all afraid. we're all afraid tonight.
Uh!
We're all afraid, we're all afraid.
So now yr talking about killing yourself.
You got a target and it's greater than health.
Seems clear cut to me: you'd end so beautifully.
How the camera guys stifle a cynical laugh,
I guess the beauty won't show up in the photograph,
So if you feel used, well, real punks don't get to choose.
I've been thinking about killing myself.
We raised the bar but the bar raised hell.
I got the nightclub load-out blues; i bet the dancefloor parts for you.
How we're always going to lose these gutter fights where whoever wins keeps digital rights.
O stray spark light a fuse.
Champagne girls excused and we get used.
Uh!
We're all afraid. we're all afraid tonight.
Uh!
We're all afraid, we're all afraid and i drop the blade,
Walk away from the void. drop the blade
You know we're all afraid, we're all afraid and i drop the blade,
Walk away from the void. drop the blade
You know we're all afraid, we're all afraid tonight.
Uh!
We're all afraid, we're all afraid tonight.
Last time!
Uh!