Drain کے بول

Look at your world Isn't it beautiful to drain How much is it worth When there's nothing left for you to take Oh what a privilege it is getting old I hope I live to be so cynical Why should we dare to live forever If nobody cares to change for the better Yeah Yeah Leaving a trace Building a monolith so large They can see it from space A scar that remains after you're dead and gone Oh what a privilege it is getting old I hope I live to be so cynical Why should we dare to live forever If nobody cares to change for the better Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Do we bloom or decay Nothing golden ever stays Do we burn out or fade When there's nothing left to drain Yeah Oh what a privilege it is getting old