Testo di False Death

Free of consequence, love & sex in excess It doesn't get much better than this The soul is a myth, death is less serious It doesn't get much better than this Looking very cabaret, your beauty is decay It doesn't get much better than this Playing suicide and hate just to escape It doesn't get much better than this I am false in my death I will never accept I am the one you detest I will lay my soul to rest Dream yourself to death, it's more fun to pretend It doesn't get much better than this Proud is the uniform, the privilege to conform It doesn't get much better than this Conveniently unaware, martyr's life without a care It doesn't get much better than this So full of pride, yet you're dead inside It doesn't get much better than this