We are not in control
But we're holding the wheel
We're just holding on
Lives strewn across the floor
Dearly discarded
Broken glass mémoire

Such a pretty mess we leave

And we'll bleed out loud
From the wounds of our hearts
And we'll scream our lungs
Until we're so sick
And we'll bleed out loud
From the wounds of our hearts
And we'll scream our lungs
Until we're so sick of the sound

We are drowning in our faults
We're living with fears
We can't overcome
Fate, take me in your arms
I'm ready to feel
Cold oblivion

And we'll bleed out loud
From the wounds of our hearts
And we'll scream our lungs
Until we're so sick
And we'll bleed out loud
From the wounds of our hearts
And we'll scream our lungs
Until we're so sick of the sound

A drink to our annihilation