Lyrics
We live for this emptiness, feeling the pleasure
We get so sick
We're happiest under the weather
Poison in our veins, dying for a taste
'Cause we're birds of a feather
So we suffer together
(The end is where we all begin)
We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger, join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We're all dying just to be part of a new disease
A new disease is what we want but what we do instead
Is dream of demons defeating us until there's nothing left
And we believe it that we're feeling the best when
The guns are pressed against our head
We're on a fast track looking for another condition
But now we're half past dead with a fucking addiction
We got bad habits and we're always pushing the limits
Just to mask that madness of loving the sickness
(The end is where we all begin)
We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger, join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We're all dying just to be part of a new disease
We wanna feel the sickness
We wanna lose control
We feed our new addiction
Until we overdose
Yeah, we feed our new addiction
Until we overdose
(The end is where we all begin)
We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger, join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We're all dying just to be part of a new disease
(New disease)