Kill Yourself کے بول

You were young, you were told Heaven's streets are paved with gold Excuse me if I stop and stare If that's so great, why aren't you there? Look around, see the signs Of losing touch, losing minds Race is over, time has won Now take my hand, c'mon, c'mon Kill yourself [x4] Sun goes down, then goes out Hope escapes without a shout Darkness veils the curtain call Into the void our futures fall Crack the sky, onyx flares Stars called home, horizon tears In the dark before the dawn Now take my hand, c'mon, c'mon Kill yourself [x4] Tides of cold, shards of steel Mountains fade, sardonic teal Face the agony of doom And crawl into your velvet tomb You were young, you were told Not to fear growing old Now the troops of time march on Now take my hand, c'mon, c'mon Kill yourself [x8]