Living to Die - Vision Of Disorder

You best beware of the street light

You better lock up the door

I’m hated, i’m rated, I know i’ve been wasted

Misguided, cold hearted

I know i’m the liar

What’s the sense there’s only sorrow

Sew up my eyes

What’s the chance of no tomorrow

When you’re living to die

I’ve been walking a fine line

I’ve been turning to stone

Ill fated, B rated

I know i’m all jaded

Been tired, got wired

Now i’m uninspired

What’s the sense there’s only sorrow

Sew up my eyes

What’s the chance of no tomorrow

When you’re living to die

I’ve been up top, i’ve been knocked down

A bitter happiness before you hit the ground

It’s just a matter of time before you lose your mind

Just a little kiss before I leave you blind

Your nervousness eats you up inside

Now you know how it feels to be alive

Revolution is your question

Couch burning mother-fucker

What’s the sense there’s only sorrow

Sew up my eyes

What’s the chance of no tomorrow

When you’re living to die

The scene of death is the decay of time

Shortness of breath bring on the flatline