We Never Die

Of Agony, and Irony,
and aggravated shame.
Of sore cut hands, absurd demands,
and medicated pain.
For Burning skin and murder sins,
and lives upon the line,
Tonight we die, we never die.

They said Nobody’s counting the nice guy’s strikes.
But it wouldn’t surprise me, if they’re not right.
Tonight, tonight. We die, we die.
Beneath a velvet sky.
But we’re alive. So much alive.

I burn away, I burn to shame,
and my ashes burn the ground.
We fall apart, together apart,
and back where we began.
For headache pains, and little gains,
and lives upon the line,
Tonight we die, we never die.