No good deed will go unpunished
And not one ounce of love
Will be promised
While we bury the king
And count our knives
We try our best
To carve our names
Quickly as we pass
We feel lucky when we wake up
Clothed in our right minds and nothing else
We feel lucky when we wake up
Clothed in our right minds and nothing else
And nothing else
And nothing else
We feel lucky when we wake up
Clothed in our right minds and nothing else
We feel lucky when we wake up
Clothed in our right minds and nothing else
Because our house is filled with pains and pleasures unmeasurable
We make endless tears and side-splitting shouts
Which pull us back and push us out
We spit on the ground and drown ourselves in it
Pull us back and push us down
We spit on the ground and drown ourselves in it
And nothing else
And nothing else
