I hear the sirens screaming in the dead of night   another helpless girl who's taken her own life   why cant we show signs of love   why cant we hold on   to all the fallen memories,   no matter if they're right or wrong   -ch-   Who knows why do the chosen die and the sick and disturbed stay alive   theres no time to argue anymore cuz you never know when its your turn to go      under the neon lights the living dead walk among us   junkies and prostitutes, winos and drug dealers   line the streets with their poison   its in their blood, its in their head   nothing's worth living for   everything just for one more score