Isolated not an ounce of shame
Circumstances that you have to blame
Incinerate without a flame
A tainted soul you can't reclaim
Too late for us, another one bites the dust
Leave it behind, your New York state of mind
Don't close your eyes cos you're frightened of what lies ahead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
What's the point in being submissive
When all you get is a painful indifference
A turning point you never found
Karma calls without a sound
I've reached the point where I get caught up in my own decisions
As tables turn and bridges burn I end up reminiscing
Of a time where I could find a little piece of mind
Stuck in a fantasy
This is anarchy
Too late for us, another one bites the dust
Leave it behind, your New York state of mind
Don't close your eyes cos you're frightened of what lies ahead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead (frightened of what lies ahead)
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead (frightened of what lies ahead)
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead