I see this life like a swinging vine, swing my heart across the line. In my face is flashing signs, seek it out and ye shall find: old, but I'm not that old, young but I'm not that bold, and I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told.
I feel something so right by doing the wrong thing, and I feel something so wrong by doing the right thing: I could lie, could lie, could lie, everything that kills me makes me feel alive.