ONCE WE WERE EAGER AND PARTNERS IN CRIME

NOW WE ARE LONESOME AND WASTING OUR TIME

IMPRISON OUR MINDS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD

BEMOANING THE LIFE THAT WE ALL COULD HAVE LED

the suit we wear is grey - matches our identity oh God, it is the sickness that I crave

empty words they say - breed empty nights and days

and drain me from the cradle to the grave

we are

LIFELESS, PALE AND NUMB

we are

ALL THE SAME NOW

ONCE WE WERE EAGER AND PARTNERS IN CRIME

NOW WE ARE LONESOME AND WASTING OUR TIME

IMPRISON OUR MINDS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD

BEMOANING THE LIFE THAT WE ALL COULD HAVE LED

we are

LIFELESS, PALE AND NUMB

we are

ALL THE SAME NOW

find that your soul is sold...

blind in a world so cold...

ONCE WE WERE EAGER AND PARTNERS IN CRIME

NOW WE ARE LONESOME AND WASTING OUR TIME

IMPRISON OUR MINDS IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD

BEMOANING THE LIFE THAT WE ALL COULD HAVE LED

we are

LIFELESS, PALE AND NUMB

we are

ALL THE SAME NOW