Did you ever think that our heroes
would finally come out to save us?
Do you think they ever heard our
prayers? Oh love, we're bound to
keep these secrets. We'll take
them to the grave. Engrave our
tombstones. Mark my words, they
will believe. We are pretty. We're
pretty, dead. And maybe we'll
never know. What's the beauty in
life. When we're used to covering
up our eyes. And maybe we'll never
know. When we cover up our eyes.
What we truly fear's inside. So
this means our farewell note to
the world that we once loved. It
covered us with their deceit,
smothered us with all their lies.
And we felt right at home.