Amaranthine - Hundred Suns

We’re not alive

We tell ourselves

Hands cold on the vein down to check the pulse

We sing along to the static street

So drugged out like a ghost that radiates in black

What is this coming out of me?

Please save us from ourselves!

Another round

We have to get the fix, 'cause I got what I came for and I’m done with you

We sing along to the static street

So drugged out like a ghost that radiates in black

What is this coming out of me?

Please save us from ourselves!

I’m not alive.

I’ll never die

I’ve washed my hands with sharper knives, but what is this coming out of me?

If you can hear, please save us from ourselves

Please save us from ourselves!

It’s only a matter of time before we’re all alone

Just tell me this one time that this is the end and I’ll be done