Control without control.

Self-destruction through

living life like each

movement is gonna kill you.

A little girl,

a selfish world.

The unknown soldier's

spinning in his grave.

But you're alive while

we remember.

And oh, your smile is

gonna light up

the night.

Burning bright like

we don't have time

to die,

but the cruelest moment's

the one you don't see


And all your vaunted fame,

didn't keep you from your grave.

And we hate to see the good guy


Because we love to hang on

dying words.