Woorden: Biffy Clyro. The Atrocity.

I don't wanna die, don't expect me to die.
I've got my enemies within my sight.
We're look through a stain glassed genocide.

I don't wanna die, don't expect me to die.
What's joy without the tears filling our eyes.

Memories of a perfect time.
We dream of nothing or so we say.
We dream of discovering a perfect trail
To the answers that will seal our pale faces.
That can't happen now, it's flickering out.
Will we meet again, I hope somehow.
Even if we pass you on your way out.

I don't wanna die, don't expect me to die.
We can live forever.
I don't wanna die, don't expect me to die.
We can live forever