Is it not in the nature Of man to cling to potential? All the petty ambition Is just fleeting abstraction ♪ Life as lost through collision Makes for cold decoration And this bottle's your ticket To a moment of concord ♪ Lips are fastened forever Around the will of a body The one that you're told is special Looks like everyone else's The mortal grip is returning So cue the ensuing panic ♪ Curse all the time it took to figure out All the drugs you took to feel alive Ironically killed you ♪ Laugh ourselves into stitches And shoot the heroin under bridges In my friend's arms We're all part of the same sinking ship We're all in on the same fucking joke Everyone at the center of their universe As their planets crack and stars align So cue the ensuing panic