Lyrics:
It’s the angst of things to come
You’re immaculate and young
You wash your hands in innocence
And keep it to the bitter end
But under your skin you’re dying in sin
Do you wanna die without a scar
With untainted memoirs
Do you wanna die without a scar
The blandest au revoir
Good and Evil equals Par
Every pleasure leaves a scar
Every fire leaves a burn
Every touch can leave a mark
And the hours turn to days
Time is spinning in delays
Do you wanna die without a scar
No heart - No pain
No scars - No shame
No love - No fear
The end is near
